I could go through the motions with no trouble, but once i was alone the truth inescapably emerged causing me to slump at the desk like an unused marionette. I had no real interest in what i was doing, no real interest in anything. I spent the time thinking about my wall.
Kinds of Love, Kinds of death
Tucker Coe
1966
image reblogged from
Violent World of Parker
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