“Jack of all trades, master of none”
Cut me some slack
Please?
If two halves make a whole, why don’t 34 half-descents?
Can a lot of alright be good enough for you?
Because maybe then, it will be good enough for me
“Jack of all trades, master of none”
Cut me some slack
Please?
If two halves make a whole, why don’t 34 half-descents?
Can a lot of alright be good enough for you?
Because maybe then, it will be good enough for me
Through the knotweed. Down the ladder made of tree roots. Up onto the big rock. By the river. I stand, mud on my ankle and cuts on my knees. The sun sits just barely above the trees as the sweat sits just above my brow.
The pressure on your chest weakens as the craft gradually decelerates to a halt, and you find all the mass has been pulled out of you, leaving only your volume.
Comments
Log in or register to post comments.