Saturday, June 30, 2007

so i was showering, and we had a blackout. dad says i should be glad that the water, at least, continued flowing but i was not happy about drying and dressing in the dark. or about shouting like a headless chicken because i thought candice was pranking me. i was really creeped out when there was no response from her room.

The world is littered with unfinished visions, and is not life such a vision? And is not the finishing of any thing a little death?

--Darksong