Wednesday, May 05, 2004
i don't feel there's any need for apologies, or regrets. I'm moving for various reasons, but primarily i'm tired of people sticking their noses into what, quite frankly, is none of their fucking business.
if you've a link to me, chances are you already know my new address. for the rest, thanks for the visits and comments.
that's it, then.
if you've a link to me, chances are you already know my new address. for the rest, thanks for the visits and comments.
that's it, then.
Sunday, November 16, 2003
A letter i read in the Dead Letter Office.
when he comes, he does not come in black.
he wears a nice tasteful (if a tad large) sweater, and glasses.
when he speaks, it does not sound like the creaking of antique doors or the whispering of a cold dry wind.
it sounds like your father, or your brother. i never had either, so i'm not sure.
when he beckons, he does not swing an ebony scythe, waggle a skeleton finger, or flap his huge eye-covered wings.
he just waves. and he wears a silver ring.
and when you go, you don't go up or down. you don't get paddled in a boat, and you aren't judged. there are no pearly gates.
it's just a long walk in a peaceful garden. occasionally a bird makes a happy noise, and if you ask him any questions he'll answer, but mostly you just walk and walk, and never get tired, and watch it turn from day to night and back, and never quite know where you're going.
and sometimes, when he's not watching, you can dance.
when he comes, he does not come in black.
he wears a nice tasteful (if a tad large) sweater, and glasses.
when he speaks, it does not sound like the creaking of antique doors or the whispering of a cold dry wind.
it sounds like your father, or your brother. i never had either, so i'm not sure.
when he beckons, he does not swing an ebony scythe, waggle a skeleton finger, or flap his huge eye-covered wings.
he just waves. and he wears a silver ring.
and when you go, you don't go up or down. you don't get paddled in a boat, and you aren't judged. there are no pearly gates.
it's just a long walk in a peaceful garden. occasionally a bird makes a happy noise, and if you ask him any questions he'll answer, but mostly you just walk and walk, and never get tired, and watch it turn from day to night and back, and never quite know where you're going.
and sometimes, when he's not watching, you can dance.
