Oh, my life for the moment?
Nothing romantic here. Just plain old class love.
And there goes my Maggie. Slinking away like she didn’t want to be held down by conversation dialogue lecture. Keep on raving, she messaged me. Not quite like L. who makes a fortress of Herself and keeps herself in, a form of apologia pro vita.
My heart goes out of me to see them over. May they live, the both of them, and not die wearing three-piece suits smelling of naphthalene balls.
Friday, December 16, 2011
my friends my foes
They're retailing their country piece after piece. Now it's for board and lodgings. Calling it drop-in center. Cadre support, No. Work No. They will shoot you down whatever you do. Not because you do wrong but because you are doing things they know they should be doing, only that they're too beat to even try. So they tell you, You kidnapped the kids, you divide the race.