An angry old lady has filled my head with thoughts of the end. Books, television, music-everything will drag me down to evil. I am five and instead of thinking about “Frog and Toad” I am thinking about angels, terrible and mighty, dragging me in chariots of fire away from my mother.
Still
I am worried
I’ll hear the trumpets
Wednesday, April 14, 2010
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