One day, one page, one sketch of GREAT EXPECTATIONS, published daily at 8:40 AM.

395It is a mystery why some mornings we wake up with a heavy hunger to knock down everything, alive or dead. Chores feel like a cereal bowl full of ashes. People feel like wilted plastic flowers left in the elements of an abandoned grave. We resent the weather outside, any kind of weather. Our eyes are tearless. We zoom in our fingernails to tune out. We want to end everything.


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  1. Sarah J #
    February 5, 2014

    Relentlessly honest observations.

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