Lazy from C-Z

The long march pedals its way into this direction all the while peddling more vicious unknowns. It needs to remain consistent if, in the event, it does decide to swerve. It cannot be in any other way but forward. You know this, and so do I. Time marches on, as do we all. We ignore the plot; we progress without any inkling of how to move forward; we do it regardless. The long march will stop at some point, and it needs to be all according to plan. It has to; there are no other ways. All the while we better understand ourselves more in the event of that potential swerve. We shall be victorious in our aim, for as family, we are always better together than apart, and we will remain steadfast in this unearned victory.

The mouth widens, teeth all displayed, all crooked and rocked by decay and foul ice. This woman had a face that had been lost way ahead of her years. Yet she displayed such a ferocious countenance that by standing still in that particular place in time, it seemed as though she grappled all those years she had by the claw and melted it down into fine dust to swallow. It nourished her the same way the human body does when it stores deposits in the event of hunger, and hunger embodies every protruding bone in that skinny frame. All those lickspittles at the Löwenthal owe that woman a long overdue apology. An apology that includes an overaching compensation, because the truth of the matter is, the world owes that woman a wide-ranging debt of gratitude. She gave all that she could and took nothing back in return. She sat on the corner bench at this forlorn evening summer barely filling a single puff leftover of rizla. Grunge , I thought. This woman . It could have been me. She fell asleep. ...