Friday, January 18, 2008

9/365 - Bani

He loved to watch us die for him - expire in front of the class, theater-style, always searching for the sort of genius that was his own. Larger than life, he enlightened or stung like a black widow.
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Karin said...

This makes me ache. It's perfect.

January 24, 2008 at 11:36 PM

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