Thursday, February 25, 2010

buster keaton

In my dreams, I see them laughing. Not just polite peals of laughter with hands over mouths, but large, remarkable guffaws reminiscent of canned hyena laughter in some horrific silent movie.

I suppose the joke's on me.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

No, the joke's on me.

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a recluse waiting for salvation