Monday, November 1, 2010

"He briefly closes his eyes and imagines smashing his fist into the nearest wall"



"He briefly closes his eyes and imagines smashing his fist into the nearest wall" - Shake! by Yvonne Roberts

4 comments:

donnie said...

....the red brick disintegrating as his red mist evaporated

Zé o Caçador said...

where the road starts

beijo

Markus Spring said...

Maybe that "he" had a prophetic vision of the U.S. elections...

Martina said...

donnie, aha ... eh .. I am wondering what _you_ are reading at the moment :-P

Zé o Caçador, or ends.

Markus, I guess you didn't have to have much prophetic talent to foresee this outcome :-(

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