Isn't Hollywood a dump-in the human sense of the word. A hideous town, pointed up by the insulting gardens of its rich, full of the human spirit at a new low of debasement.
Watch where you leave your victims! I stubbed my toe on that.
Jabor finally appeared at the top of the stairs, sparks of flame radiating from his body and igniting the fabric of the house around him. He caught sight of the boy, reached out his hand and stepped forward. And banged his head nicely on the low-slung attic door.
We communicated with pithy, rather monosyllabic thoughts: viz. Run, Jump, Where? Left, Up, Duck, ect. (This latter was an observation I made on the edge of a lake. Nathaniel unfortunately took it as a command, which resulted in our temporary immersion. ) We didn't ever quite say Ug, but it was a close-run thing.
I rather think he knew anyway.
Despite his crimped shirts and flowing mane (or perhaps because of them) I had seen no evidence as yet that Nathaniel even knew what a girl was. If he'd ever met one, chances are they'd both have run screaming in opposite directions.
In recent weeks it has come to my attention that many caravans have met with disaster; they have not gotten through. " I grunted wisely. "Probably ran out of water. That's the thing about deserts. Dry. " "Indeed. A fascinating analysis. But survivors reaching Hebron report differently: monsters fell upon them in the wastes. " "What, fell upon them in a squashed-them kind of way?" "More the leaped-out-and-slew-them kind. (. . . )
By the road to the contagious hospital under the surge of the blue mottled clouds driven from the northeast - a cold wind.
When corporations get special handouts from the government, subsidies and tax breaks, it costs you. It means you have to pay more in taxes to make up for these hidden expenses, and government has less money for good schools and roads, Medicare and national defense and everything else you need.
Some nights, one wants to tell beloveds everything that's been waiting to be said. Some nights, a man needs flesh and blood and warm breath and a loving heart.
I don't know why I write really depressing songs. I'm a kind of melancholy guy, I suppose. But I figure I'm about normal.