the men lay gasping like fish laid out on the grass. they held on to the earth as children hold to familiar things, no matter how cold or dead, no matter what has happened or will happen, their fingers were clawed into the dirt, and they were all shouting to keep their eardrums from bursting, to keep their sanity from bursting, mouths open, Montag shouting with them, a protest against the wind that ripped their faces and tore at their lip, making their noses bleed. / Ray Bradbury

okay, I just found this and HAD to show it off because it's so FUNNY.



I made that happen. LOL. BULLwhip. that's what he said..
I'm proud of my perfect throwing/aiming ability. first candy necklaces at frank, and now whips at gerard? what is next *start planning*

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