A short, meaningless essay on a popular four letter word.

You always remember your first time falling in love. No matter how old you were at the time, or where you were when it occurred. It's permanently displayed on the walls of your skull, like some old film flickering across a projector screen, all gray scale. Color would make it more frighteningly vivid and a hell of a lot harder to repress. That is, if you want to repress it, like most people do....
June 22nd, 2011 at 05:42am