For god's sake
don't marry
a writer,
but goddamn it
don't marry
a painter either.
The first
will pierce you
with his words,
but the second
will turn his brushes
into swords.
Today is Easter Sunday. I fixed bacon and eggs for Claudia and myself. We were going to sit on the back patio, but the morning sun was in a ...
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