The Wind in the Switches
Posted by Haron on 14 Apr 2006 at 05:08 pm | Tagged as: Perverting Reality
Today I walked home past a row of beautiful weeping willows, fresh and green. I thought of Abel, and of the switches he would cut before he dragged me up the hill by the ear.
Or maybe he wouldn’t bother taking me home. Maybe he would whip me right there in the street. I mean, maybe I was particularly bad, you know?
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