The Dead Father 精彩片段:
18
The jolting of the road. The dust. The sweat. The ladies in conversation.
Break your thumbs for you.
Thats your option.
Take a walk.
Snowflakes, by echoes, by tumbleweed.
Right in the mouth with a four-by-four.
His basket bulging.
I know that.
Hunger for perfection indomitable spirit reminds me of Lord Baden-Powell at times.
I know that.
Was there a message?
Buzzing in the right ball.
Sometimes forgets and uses too many teeth.
Pop one of these. Make you feel better.