"When Gregor Samsa woke up one morning from unsettling dreams, he found himself changed in his bed into a monstrous vermin. He was lying on his back as hard as armor plate, and when he lifted his head a little, he saw his vaulted brown belly, sectioned by arch-shaped ribs, to whose dome the cover, about to slide off completely, could barely cling. His many legs, pitifully thin compared with the size of the rest of him, were waving helplessly before his eyes."
The Metamorphosis, Chapter 1, pg. 3
I put the audio book on rapid share but for some
reason you only get 10 downloads so first in best dressed.
"Drunk at the matinee" is a collection of candid poetry about stupid shit that we all experience from day to day.
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