Finally Doc said let them do it, and sent me out of the room, and as I let go of her with the assistant grabbing hold more, Piglet went berserk, and I totally lost it and had to depart to the other room, where I squatted down sobbing hysterically. I could hear Piglet barking her...
They agreed,but each time they only touched the egg with their teeth." "The whole village did not call me my real name. They gave me a nickname of "lame blind boy." Dad and mom would always be fighting with whoever called that. Mom could not see, so she picked up bricks to throw...
instead of midnight. I needed to make the time change because I’m a terrible procrastinator, and deadlines trick me into getting stuff done. I was spending too many Tuesday nights at the computer writing my post, instead of hanging out with my family. And in doing so, I was missing out...
The only way I can get anything written at all is to write really, really shitty first drafts. The first draft is the child’s draft, where you let it all pour out and then let it romp all over the place, knowing that no one is going to see it and that you can shape it later....
The thing that jumps out to me the most is, we've been playing live for a very long time to a click track, so everything is very tight and on point. It's always interesting to me to hear the live versions of these songs where it speeds up and down. It's very incons...
She looked like this baby in this humongous bed. And I looked her in her eyes and I said, "Are you OK, angel? Mommy's here." I knew that a guy had slit her windpipe and nicked her vocal chords. And then she kept asking me, "Is Katy OK? Is Katy OK?" And I couldn't tell...
tosleep jailWage Carson slept deeply cellshis guileless faceat peace Josh Banks who had gone bedearly nowawake sitting outeroffice stoking up his stubby pipe until glowedlike distantred star thedarknessLiza slept herhotel room where she had propped chairunder doorknobShe had lainawake hours...
She looked like this baby in this humongous bed. And I looked her in her eyes and I said, "Are you OK, angel? Mommy's here." I knew that a guy had slit her windpipe and nicked her vocal chords. And then she kept asking me, "Is Katy OK? Is Katy OK?" And I couldn't tell...