Friday, September 7


My name is Kim Kutledge and I am broken.

I'm not really broken in the way that a tree becomes broken in a tropical storm or the way or the way an egg becomes broken when it is dropped to the kitchen floor before it can be put in the omelet. I am broken like a bone, painfully and somewhat grotesque to look at, but under the right conditions and proper care I will heal.

-Kim Kutledge, The Absence of Gray Matter


Here's one of the monologues I liked from speech class.

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