get my project on wheels
"Get My Project On Wheels," February 19, 2022 (#50)
title from The Shawshank Redemption (1994)
The Soul Thief by Charles Baxter (2007)
The Book Thief by Markus Zusak (2005)
The Good Thief by Hannah Tinti (2008)
The Palace Thief by Ethan Canin (1994)
Get My Project On Wheels
I shed the residual toxins of where I had been and what I had done.
She tried four times to knock on the daunting flesh of the door, but
it took three tries until the blade connected and they heard the wood break.
Several times one or another of them had to remind me to continue
the pedestrian avenue between cages and the shuttered popcorn stand,
though most people find themselves hindered in believing me, no matter
the same hum from the machines had come through the window. The same
spitballs, wads of gum, and thumbtacks. Of course it was common for a
contemplative life colored by the narrow spectrum of apathy, except
it inspired their attachment to an older group of kids who stole from
the missing heel. The bed knob disappeared as he brought the strands together
and pressed the flame to it as I sucked; I held the smoke in my cheeks,
reminded myself that I should issue instructions to him now and then to
leave me now. I bet if there was a lousy book at the end of this road, youd
seemed to appreciate the effort and looked at them with a much more generous
strange type of distaste he'd noticed in young people lately. It was an
unfurling before his eyes, and as the footsteps slowed and they watched,
the patrons hid their faces, eyes keen on cards or the dissolving foam in
its silk plants and antiseptic residue, and the feeling was gone again.
Get My Project On Wheels
I shed the residual toxins of where I had been and what I had done.
She tried four times to knock on the daunting flesh of the door, but
it took three tries until the blade connected and they heard the wood break.
Several times one or another of them had to remind me to continue
the pedestrian avenue between cages and the shuttered popcorn stand,
though most people find themselves hindered in believing me, no matter
the same hum from the machines had come through the window. The same
spitballs, wads of gum, and thumbtacks. Of course it was common for a
contemplative life colored by the narrow spectrum of apathy, except
it inspired their attachment to an older group of kids who stole from
the missing heel. The bed knob disappeared as he brought the strands together
and pressed the flame to it as I sucked; I held the smoke in my cheeks,
reminded myself that I should issue instructions to him now and then to
leave me now. I bet if there was a lousy book at the end of this road, youd
seemed to appreciate the effort and looked at them with a much more generous
strange type of distaste he'd noticed in young people lately. It was an
unfurling before his eyes, and as the footsteps slowed and they watched,
the patrons hid their faces, eyes keen on cards or the dissolving foam in
its silk plants and antiseptic residue, and the feeling was gone again.
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