My Cardboard Balcony

Work. Mur. And now, recommendations: Recommended Book: Jar of Fools by Jason Lutes Technically a graphic book, but a fantastic story with simple but beautiful artwork. Recommended Poet: Paul Celan Poignant and frighteningly personal poetry from a man whose parents died in the Holocaust. Read his poems in English and German, and try to find audio of him reciting one of my favorite poems, "Death Fugue." Recommended Music: Ennio Morricone Perhaps most known for his Love Theme, this man has composed the scores of several movies and always tugs at my heartstrings. Recommended Drink before Bed: Bailey's on the rocks Again, not for the underage viewers.   Writer's Quotation of the Night: Even in literature and art, no man who bothers about originality will ever be original: whereas if you simply try to tell the truth (without caring twopence how often it has been told before) you will, nine times out of ten, become original without ever having noticed it.

My Fine Friend Ricky by Belinda Roddie Ricky is very active. He's one strong and tough guy, but warm in the heart. Whenever he gets into a fight, he never gets licked once. And what's more, he is my best friend. Let me describe how Ricky looks. First of all, his hair is so messy it sticks out in different directions on his head. I always try to make Ricky shampoo, wash, or even just trim his hair, but he never listens to me. Also, people always say he's always in the sun since he's so tan, but I don't agree about that. Lastly, his nails are very long. I offer him a clip every day, but he never cuts his nails. One thing that really gets me is Ricky's teeth. It's like they're all canine teeth, all pointy and sharp. Ricky lives in a cave-like house with no electricity, only flaming torches. He doesn't like electricity, and the fire from the torches keeps him warm. Also, Ricky sleeps in a ragged bed, the blankets made of animal skin and the mattr

The dog's name was Scout and he was bigger than he should have been. A labrador with a head bigger than my own. Big paws, too. Like whenever he tried to grow into them, they'd just get bigger. He liked to serve as my pillow when I was watching TV, or my tongue towel when I was crying.