Saturday, 6 March 2010

MIRABELL

It will be a long week until Wednesday where nothing happens after I cross my fingers under the desk until they get pins and needles.

Speaking of pins, I saw Pin Eyes through the window tonight. I think it is almost pity I feel that he can't even bring himself to look at me. He's not mad anymore. Just embarrassed I think. And for all the talk about how cool he is, he panicked. Not a strong look.

I sometimes think of the Frog. He could have had anything, but his problem was he couldn't see further than keeping hold of everything. That really makes me mad.

I sometimes think of the Mushroom. The pit of my stomach - like a trapdoor - like a cellar full of coal dust - like a really horrible sink in a shed that only has freezing water or boiling water that smells of copper - the bitterest most glacial hatred.

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