kitten's asses.

There is a certain weight of sentimentality that I drag around.

A nostalgia that has me gasping for breath in the middle of the night.

I have been dragging this nostalgia around like a kitten dragging around a string of shit hanging out of it's kitten ass.

I could drag my ass around the carpet all day like the kitten,
but I don't think it would do any good.

ps. I watched No Country for old men. It was not better than There will be Blood.