Diversion Books

“The mist on the glass is congealing, ’tis the hurricane’s icy breath. And it shows how the warmth of friendship grows cold in the clasp of death. So stand, stand to your glasses steady, and drink to your sweetheart’s eyes.”

turn him into a hood

hollering his head off,

fins and tails

all those little animals waiting around to belong to somebody

I was so scared I dropped my head down on the counter and cried for the first time I could remember.

I looked all around. There wasn’t any colors anywhere.

I was in a glass bubble and everyone else was outside it and I’d be alone like that for the rest of my life.

you just make up your mind and work like hell till you get there.

memory’s screwed up some