pure as milk.

no use crying over spilled milk.

What is a thing?

I haven't really ridden a skateboard since I was nine.

and I expected I was going to fall.

When it finally slipped out from my feet

the board went forward and I went backwards.

a face off. a duel.

The fall

the thunder-clap pain

felt so pervertedly wonderful.

AnOther*

What is a thing?,

Lola