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A Rainy Night One rainy night he was driving down this dark back road when he passed a girl walking along the side of the road in what looked like a prom dress. He backed up and decided to offer her a ride. She was cold and soaking wet when he picked her up so he offered her his leather jacket to keep her warm. Just ahead a little way was a large old house that she said she lived in. He told her that since it was still raining, to keep his jacket and he would c... Read More
Tried to walk with a cane the other day. Note to self: Put the cane away. I've never been known as, um, the most compliant subject of medical scrutiny. This is much more evident when trying to recover from a serious injury or illness. My wife, an RN, has trouble deciding whether to be amused or frustrated at my clumsy attempts at returning to my normal routine. For the past two days my foot has been doing an impression of King Kong's little piggy.... Read More
I have finally realized why I appreciate the dark so much, why I relate to it so well and feel so welcome in it. It is because I can hide in it, become as nonexistant. And in fact, that is what I should be: nonexistant. I am a cosmological mistake. I should not be here. I am cosmologically speaking 'space hogging.' I regret the space that I have stolen from the one who rightfully should have it, the food that could have benefitted another's frame, the employment t... Read More
On August 25 Devils_Angel talked about finishing her Vampire Lounge. Well doesn't that call for Vampire Lounge Music? Here's one. Sleeps in a casket from daybreak to eight She likes her beef rare, but doesn't like stakes. Just adores children when served on a plate That's why the lady is a vamp. She loves the nighttime,daylight gives her cramps. She perfers candles to electric lamps lives in a castle, so what if it's d... Read More
My son is 21. When I was 8 months pregnant with him his father, just up and left. Period. While my son was taking a journalism class in college, one of his assignments was to write a true life screen play. He wrote about his biological father. He had to do investigative work. He found his biological uncle and has made phone contact with his father. In my head I know that he has unanswered questions, in my heart - I am so wary of this man...for good reason...he is not exactly a fine upstand... Read More
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