I thought I was gonna puke when flipping through the pages of that enormous dictionary.


a real dictionary.


when was the last time I used a decent paperback dictionary?








All that I am, all that I ever was.








Odorless time flows into the ditch. 

It goes fetid.








And you try to trick me into believing nothing ever dies.



I die.



The fervor dies.








The notion of something destined to diminish lies like a wart on the the back of my hand.





You die, and I die too.




All that I am, all that I ever was.