cleaning up so well (jones_casey) wrote,
cleaning up so well


tuesday xciv

it was hideous--it was abominable--he could not understand it. the woman was nothing to him--less than nothing--yet the blood hummed in his ears and hung a cloud before him. he knew it was only the stirring of the primal instinct, that it had no more to do with his reasoning self than any reflex impulse of the body; but that merely lowered anguish to disgust. yes, it was disgust he felt--almost a physical nausea. the poisonous fumes of life were in his lungs. he was sick, unutterably sick. . . .

  • term of art, with addenda

    fossorial those who advocate on the behalf of the fossorial are called profossorial. and in an odd twist, there is a different genus of mammals…

  • term of art

    frustrated magnetism

  • is this anything?

    this. is. jeopardy! so after the baltimore chickens were returned to their coop, they get to face the expected end on this very unexpected wednesday…

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