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).
Discipline is the refining fire by which talent becomes ability.
—Roy L. Smith