"I don't know why we are here, but I'm pretty sure that it is not in order to enjoy ourselves." Ludwig Wittgenstein

Saturday, December 3, 2011


Lola’s emotions tore at her, as if they were switchblades wrested from her by an unknown gang of assailants, then used to flay her. Empty as a ghost's tongue, she was at a total loss for words.

Maybe I’m not feeling ANYTHING?

Overhead, the sky’s blue gray haze floated like cigarette smoke exhaled in a daytime cocktail lounge.

Tell the truth Lola
, she chided herself.

I want an ice cream...........ANY flavor at all, will do.

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