if that's what it takes....

Monday, Aug. 26, 2002 5:01 pm

It'd be easy to say that after the amputation, he decided to come home. Too easy, too easy.

Something in the circuitry, they said amongst themselves. A fuse blown, a spark plug faded into oblivion.

Those harsh words [taken out of context, put to paper, bound into a book, and immediately burned], licked up the dirt found in such a small town, becoming the front page news of their single page newspaper.

(not a lot happens in these kind of places. Not a lot of people care what happens anywhere else, either)

After the amputation, he left. After pieces of him started to go missing, running away from home, founding new countries in distant lands, he packed up and left.

Too easy, too easy.


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last five:
A Winter Letter - Wednesday, Nov. 28, 2007
almost but not quite - Wednesday, Mar. 22, 2006
rural times, blue skies. it feels so warm over my hair - Wednesday, Jun. 01, 2005
smiles and gone - Monday, Feb. 07, 2005
I caught my love in North Carolina - Monday, Nov. 29, 2004

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