By Robert Gryfft
I briefly consider gnawing off my own leg to escape. Nah, I'd still be at church, just with a bleeding stump. Everyone around me praises God, all of them clearly brimming with transcendental joy. The hymn drones on. And on.
I wonder how hard I'd have to bite my wrists before I'd bleed to death.
Monday, January 14, 2008
Enough Latin
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