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that sounded like a story from a john connolly novel. did you wake up in a sweat? nightmares. hate 'em.

Some men seek fame, others have it thrust upon them. I don't know where I stand on that scale because I've never put much thought into it. Your interpertation of the colder seasons are very unusual and abstract, my house is opposite to a cemetery (I know there's a joke in there somewhere, a funeral director living by cemetery) and this season reminds me of a long, drawn-out burial. "the soil yearns for its own to be complete, but a burial mound will never look as neat."

deep stuff you know checking out your profile pick you look like a nice cool glass of strawberry nestles quick

That sucks.

An adventure?

No you are closer related to the truent mountian chinook, gently soothing the knotted form of a pine on what should be a frost december morn' yet extinguished premature in the plight of a yule storm.

All those mandatory English classes in college had to amount to something.

Merry Christmas Sweetheart

Happy birthday. Is that a Canon you're holding, or are you just pleased to see me?


Recent mirror picture:

Where have you gone to?

new picture = wicked.

Happy Bday tomorrow sweetheart.

Whoa! I'm sorry you're having to live with that kind of pain.
xo

An old-school mortician I knew once told me that guilt was the cornerstone of appreciation.