Writing my final paper in Creative Writing on Wristcutters. The more peaceful ending to a class this semester.
I bet I’m going to either be fired or sent to a different branch because of my back.
"The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn, like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars and in the middle you see the blue centerlight pop and everybody goes 'Awww!'" Subscribe via RSS.