She was a page torn from a calendar, a year folded neatly and laid aside in some place you never look.
William Gaydon't start talkin about books or quotin poems at them. these is good folks but they ain't real crazy about readin books. just do what i do and you'll be all right.
William GayTags: happy-playgrounds
Outside in the barnlot he looked up and the pale moon was directly over him and all-encompassing. It appeared to be lowering itself onto the earth and he could make out mountains and ranges of hills and hollows and dark shadowed areas of mystery he judged to be timber and he wondered what manner of beast thrived there and what their lives were like and the need to be there twisted in his heart like an old pain that will not dissipate.
William GayHe wanted her the rest of his life, and failing that, he wanted permission to walk along beside her while she lived it.
William GayHer quickened breath was the very affirmation of life.
William GaySeems like it's peaceful, just bein' in a country that lays the way you remember it layin
William GayIn the molten fire where he lay he could watch the slow machinations of eternity, the cosmic miracle of each second being born, eggshaped, silverplated, phallic, time thrusting itself gleaming through the worn and worthless husk of the microsecond previous, halting, beginning to show the slow and infinitesimal accreations of decay in the clocking away of life in a mechanism encoded at the moment of conception, withering, shunted aside by time's next orgasmic thrust, and all to the beating of some galactic heart, to voices, a madman's mutterings from a snare in the web of the world.
William GayTags: poetic philosophical southern-gothic
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