Iorek's Writing

The Pig

By John Jarvis

2004-08-06

She kissed me on the mouth tonight. She was drunk. It's O.K., though, 'cause I'm gonna follow her advice to the letter: you have to let the feelings come.

They crucified her tonight. I made a joke of examining her hands. This is my role. My despair has no place in our friendship. Maybe she would have me if I kept it out of our sex. I notice a pig looking wistfully at the sky.

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• The acorn salesman
• Opinion - On-line Freedom
• The Plains of Memory
• The Line of Men
• A Hand
• What it's worth
• The Walk
• Opinion - Leaders - Part II
• Opinion - Leaders - Part I
• The Perfect Day
• Fear of Falling
• Overcome Your Fear of Contact Lenses
• Darkness and The Test
• Book Review - A Real Daydream: Girl on the Web
• Movie Review - Enough
• Aware
• Steps
• Thoughts of War

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