I am dying and I am Kevin Finnerty.
I could have been ill at any moment before, hence this.
Does it matter? I can see billions of dregs up here, all equal, all pointless.
I am taking pointers from where I like.
Why try to make someone else happy, or even sad—evil?
Shout it: Evil!
There is no metaphysical import here. I can only apologise. I left
At least one acting like a six year old thinking it was measurable: nothing
Is cool. My word, don’t they look stupid?
The line breaks and hanging line indents may be incorrectly formatted because I cannot be bothered to fiddle with the HTML. View the correct formatting in the full collection To a Blind Horse (and subscribe at the top of the page).
ashley dunn 
Leave a comment