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"Gear box"
Looking around me everything, EVERYTHING, is exactly the same except one {minute to the world} detail.
RIP dad
"But beggars and performers make up only a small part of the vagabond population. They are the aristocracy, the elite of the fallen"
Pottstown was a metal manufacturing town, first as an iron producer and later as a steel producer. This industry was prevalent in Pottstown until the early 1900′s, picked up during both World Wars, and all but ended after WWII when increased competition started to slow production demand.
Pottstown was also featured in an episode of “Boy Meets World”, where it was basically depicted as a truckstop
can you send stamps via stamps. like write a tiny little address on one and the rest tag along
unit 2 (via pizzasluuut)
The phrase “succumbed at home” is commonly used in obituaries to politely address a suicide.
Miss Gertrude Stein
Dear Friend—
Got your note yesterday and just recently have been thinking about you a good deal. You see, in this book, on which I am at work, I am trying to make a kind of picture of the artist’s life in the midst of present day American life. It has been a job. So much to...
They see my son in Levis, with an accent. Well many boys wear Levis. What is strange about Levis? But they get on him about does he think he’s Billy the Kid. This is a boy who played Monopoly with his brothers and had a normal report card when we lived with Mr. Ekdahl, on Eighth Avenue, in Fort Worth. It is a question of adjusting, judge. It was only a whittling knife and he did not actually cut her and now they don’t talk, brothers. This is a boy who studies the lives of animals, the eating and sleeping habits of animals, animals in their burrows and caves. What is it called, lairs? He is advanced, your honor. I have said from early childhood he liked histories and maps. He knows uncanny things without the normal schooling. This boy slept in my bed out of lack of space until he was nearly eleven and we have lived the two of us in the meanest of small rooms when his brothers were in the orphans’ home or the military academy or the Marines and the Coast Guard. Most boys think their daddy hung the moon. But the poor man just crashed to the lawn and that was the end of the only happy part of my adult life.
"Come on bud " where are we going?" "We have to pickup this stuff" "Why?" "Cause jakes sick and we want him to get better"
i know that they’ll be lookin’ for us, but they won’t look in