Finally back in Dubtown... didn't realize I'd miss this place so much.
One helluva week... Popa has passed on... he's not hurting anymore.
Hard to say good-bye sometimes.
Hard to say good-bye all the time. It's never easy.... as many times as I've said it.
Few words express grief. That's why it's grief.
"This is the Hour of Lead -
Remembered, if outlived,
As Freezing persons,
recollect the Snow -
First--Chill--
then Stupor--
then the letting go -"
-Emily Dickinson-
Pray for Amy.
-it is what it is-
-joshua-
there's nothing like a handful of words to depict the madness of daily life. it seems so simple sometimes yet the maddening truth is that there is nothing simple about it. you never know when life will creep up on you and bite. i only hope to guide someone thru the chaos.
sheltons
-four boys-
word reign
welcome to my blog..... it means nothing and is nothing...
it is what it is..... hope everyone enjoys these late nite musing and ravings. Word Reign (Rain) let the words just fall down like rain.
some sort of paradox i think... at least that's what i was going for. welcome to my world.
it is what it is
-i think they like me-
take this with you
The streets are exteneded gutters and the guttrs are full of blood and when the drains finally scab o ver, all the vermin will drown. the accumulated filth of all their sex and muder will foam up about their waists and all the whores and politicians will look up and shout "save us!"... and I'll look down and whisper--"no".
-Rorschach
go then--there are other worlds than these.
-jake
never explain, never apologize.
-HST
passions penned, blood and ink spill
forgotten is the prophet... writing still
-jps
-Rorschach
go then--there are other worlds than these.
-jake
never explain, never apologize.
-HST
passions penned, blood and ink spill
forgotten is the prophet... writing still
-jps
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