Darl Bundren The air smells like sulphur. Upon the impalpable plane of it their shadows form as upon a wall, as though like sound they had not gone very far away in falling but had merely congealed for a moment, immediate and musing.
faulktown when the last dingdong of doom has clanged and faded from the last worthless rock hanging tideless in the last red and dying evening, even then there will still be one more sound: that of your inexhaustible voice, ya cackling freak
yes.
Darl Bundren The air smells like sulphur. Upon the impalpable plane of it their shadows form as upon a wall, as though like sound they had not gone very far away in falling but had merely congealed for a moment, immediate and musing.
faulktown when the last dingdong of doom has clanged and faded from the last worthless rock hanging tideless in the last red and dying evening, even then there will still be one more sound: that of your inexhaustible voice, ya cackling freak
gene ee us.
MOAR
Just friended him. Thanks, Jimmy.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pMyrsRX0bsY
poor benjy, what a fucking crybaby