Eeksy-Peeksy

augury doggerel

Sunday, July 28, 2002

Spoiler

I'm reading Hemingway again, the bulls and fishing and fine days and saucers at cafes. Eventually he blows his face off with a shotgun on a fine day in Idaho. He hooks a fat toe around the trigger, don't you think, and paints the wall some fine day.

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