Benedetti siano gli istanti, i millimetri e le ombre delle piccole cose.
// Blessed are the moments, the millimeters and the shadows of little
things. -...
Monday, January 18, 2010
She Said...He Said...
the grapevine... the backyard fence... nothing more, for the most part, than harmless bits of sophisticated note passing... until you stumble across a malicious gossip... flitting from person to person... gathering, embellishing and dispensing whatever juicy morsel she comes across... should you patiently wait for karma to intervene... or just silently root for her clueless victims to suddenly compare notes and rise up in a united rage... in the end, you invariably curse the fact that you were raised to behave like a lady and that violence (even on the behalf of others and for a just cause) never really solves anything... (it's a shame though... because you suspect you just might possess a mean right hook.)
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