firetrucked up.
June 19, 2007
I find you, momentarily paused. And you find it amusing to find the dead looking at the undead. I kind of wondered if you ever worried much. No? I thought so too. We haven’t realized a lot of things until it knocks us off our feet. Oh well.
I set my sights on you and only you, dear.
What I thought I could do just seems like a mere fragment of your imagination.
