writing: the big subjects
the remainders
scales of wood marble nutshell candy strings
remainders of paint i look for. no result

sticking, impossible to write anything
strike, speaking: "i'll learn it by heart"
talk to me

"you must learn it by heart, when he speaks" red being
Insecurity and Crinkled
an envelope; looked at it
the way a general would "if i look
at you" i think the general in you
ends the moment you
start telling about the ******

"i don't think so" Red being grave
"he is full of ink. at least
at least he was when i started with him"

he doesn't seem to know the purpose of
his Ink, that's it, that's wrong about your pen
more severe: he seems to not know about
writing at all. he seems to think ink is
only meant to make a few stains. ending

"it's a nice pen" red in disbelief
"a great pen"
Yes, it is a nice pen to make a few stains with