Now I will for sure, there are two holes in my pinkie, one really shallow and one pretty deep, also there is a blood blister covering the area in between the holes
My dad kicked her ass around the house... twice!
He - (Simón Bolívar) - was shaken by the overwhelming revelation that the headlong race between his misfortunes and his dreams was at that moment reaching the finishing line. The rest was darkness. "Damn it," He sighed. "How will I ever get out of this labyrinth!"
So what’s the labyrinth?
That’s the mystery isn’t it? Is the labyrinth living or dying? Which is he trying to escape - the world, or, the end of it?
