3.03.2006

A little hiccup.

To any that may have noted the sudden disappearance of ol' girl Dazies, I apologize for any inconvenience or confusion that I may have caused. Of course, that is assuming anyone cares what I have to say in my little corner of the information super-highway. My information is in no way "super" -- and in fact, assigning any of my ramblings to such a lofty classification as "information" is certainly debatable.
But anyway.
I had to kill her, and execution style. Dazies talked too much, and all of a sudden too many people were listening to her. It was a relatively painless demise, I assure you, and I believe the event that forced my hand was actually a blessing in disguise.
From here on out, this space will be reserved for images, and perhaps the odd observation not intimately linked to my personal life. Most everything else will be re-relegated to the red satin journal currently gathering dust on my bedside table.
Thank you for being a friend.

1 Comments:

Blogger J. D. said...

Come out and play

It's nice outside

And dark indoors

no fun to hide

Don't have to talk

-

I hear you,

like to too

-

Hurry, change

here comes the rain

trudge through puddles

act insane

The sound of rain

-

I hear you,

need to too

-

When rivers dry

If sky falls down

we play

together - without a sound

without a word

-

I hear you,

want you too...

7:15 PM  

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