"The hovering plate of cake" made me feel the nausea that Sartre was describing in looking at that tree; the truth of that image is far too much for mere mortals.
When I read your stuff I feel as though I'm swimming through a pool of curdled flan with a pair of whiskey goggles strapped on a little too tight. I mean that in the best way.
11:18am / Jun 7, 2009
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