-- Don't do it for me Leo you just do it and these pictures, you just let me take care of it ... and he pulled the door hard behind him against the day that seemed to dim as he entered it, gray dimmed overhead to vindicate small shams of housefronts' glassed porches boxing retirement in undervests no longer anywhere for sale behind aluminum doors bearing aluminum initials, yards parceled behind chain link not even his waist high toward an American flag flown high and bleak some blocks ahead down one curb, up the next, shoulders down hands fallen to the depths of pockets, when a rubber ball hit him on the leg.
(It's better to create than destroy what's unnecessary)
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Monday, January 25, 2010
JR - pg. 159
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Saturday, January 9, 2010
JR - pg. 159
-- Don't do it for me Leo you just do it and these pictures, you just let me take care of it ... and he pulled the door hard behind him against the day that seemed to dim as he entered it, gray dimmed overhead to vindicate small shams of housefronts' glassed porches boxing retirement in undervests no longer anywhere for sale behind aluminum doors bearing aluminum initials, yards parceled behind chain link not even his waist high toward an American flag flown high and bleak some blocks ahead down one curb, up the next, shoulders down hands fallen to the depths of pockets, when a rubber ball hit him on the leg. He stooped and caught it, and looked up, around, into a drive squeezed along the fence to a man poised there in a gay patterned suit and wearing a shirt and a tie, and he threw the ball and stopped dead. -- Wait is, Jack ...?
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