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En pocas palabras
William Wilson, Guitarist Extraordinaire
Signposts in a Strange Land
Ben Hatke
Daniel Mitsui
Dappled Things
The Fine Delight
Gene Luen Yang
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I’ll see that and raise you my favorite.
“The Misfit sprang back as if a snake had bitten him and shot her three times through the chest. Then he put his gun down on the ground and took off his glasses and began to clean them.”
Who hasnt’t been in the exact same situation?
Ah, but Johnny, the next line of the Misfit’s is the most glorious…”She would have been a good woman if there had been someone there to shoot her every minute of her life.”
My personal fave?
“Woman! Do you ever look inside?! Do you ever look inside and see what you are not..GOD?!
C’mon, you know it had to be Hulga.
AS for favorite imagery, Parker weeping against the tree at the end of Parker’s back.
J. Christian,
Oh, sure. I go and pound out a crude sentence of my own that gets at how I’m feeling of late, and you go and lay down the trump.