dead squirrel just a bag of bones
the journal of Michael Werneburg
twenty-seven years and one 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-seven years and one million words
I passed The Squirrel again. Definitely just a (skin) bag of bones, now. Summertime, when the living is easy (for flies).
When a stupid man is doing something he is ashamed of, he always declares that it is his duty.
—George Bernard Shaw