dead squirrel just a bag of bones
the journal of Michael Werneburg
twenty-eight years and a million words
Toronto, 2003.08.26
I passed The Squirrel again. Definitely just a (skin) bag of bones, now. Summertime, when the living is easy (for flies).
twenty-eight years and a million words
I passed The Squirrel again. Definitely just a (skin) bag of bones, now. Summertime, when the living is easy (for flies).
Always do sober what you said you'd do drunk. That will teach you to keep your mouth shut.
—Ernest Hemingway