Okay, so...you can think what you want. There was an ocelot in a Waller novel, trapped in a cage. He paced, back and forth, forth and back, until he went mad. The ocelot, on this day, is me. That image was tattooed on the flesh of my brain for a rainy day. Today, it's pouring.
Wednesday, July 16, 2008
Puero Vallarta Squeeze; Waller's Ocelot
Okay, so...you can think what you want. There was an ocelot in a Waller novel, trapped in a cage. He paced, back and forth, forth and back, until he went mad. The ocelot, on this day, is me. That image was tattooed on the flesh of my brain for a rainy day. Today, it's pouring.
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