Boy J0hn's Document of Eternal Fragances

JohnnyBoah's webcam video Sun 31 Oct 2010 08:31:17 PDT

A revelation to a third man.

The door burst open. "Hang on! I know you from somewhere!" the voice of a home-grown Italian man crept in through the door, followed by his tall so...

Johnny got up from his desk at the end of the room, turned around slowly and set his gaze upon a calendar that hung from the wall. There was a mois...

No. It would not stop. It would not go away. It was stuck, it was traumatised, sticking in time, in place, in the moment. He gazed at the pointer, ...

Severed heads may lie upon us! The TV spoke, in the voice of an ageing reporter, half here, half lost. The man left his books upon the table, never...

The explosions ringed in his head, the piano playing in the distance, and the radio, detuned, crackled endlessly, looping, never dying.

For crying out loud! He looked around, the clocks were ticking, his mind was churning, the floorboards creaking, and his books were bleeding.

The man sat down to work, but all he could think about were symphonies, and all he could listen to were library tapes.