Wednesday, March 9, 2011

Something I've wanted to use in a story.

I've wanted to use this line in a story for a long time now. I've had a few ideas, but they have always lead me to write myself into a brick wall, so to speak. 

"I grew up the bastard son of a defrocked priest, in the basement of St. Luluby's of the Divine Suffering Orphanage and Sanitarium."

It just has this pleasing melodic feel to it as it rolls off the tongue. 

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