Friday, April 20th, 2012
Except in moments of absurd concentration when the flashlight ideas insist upon their recognition although only fleeting and the mist clears and the condensation evaporates from the inside of the eyes’ glass all, yes all, combines and conspires to confuse your vagrant boy and lulls him into committing such deeds that before the dust has settled on his victim he is filled with regret and self-recrimination and so feels it necessary to deprive himself of joy for the remainder of the day, even if there are only a few minutes remaining.