That's what I tell myself when I sit down to my computer, sucking Alzheimer up throat. It's good for you though as nothing matters. You just gotta get through. One way or another. One pain or the next. Crookneck to cooked head. Lay 'em on, lay 'em on, lay 'em on -- and you'll be right here with me as I look at this wall and that, unable to tell the forest from the trees.
Right? That's the way we pay to play, isn't it? Can we imagine that ello will be here forever? We'll be doing this into our eighties. If not, will we find each other on other planes? How are we supposed to know what's next when everything's happening all at once?
I don't know if you guys know where I'm at right now. I mean, books between books is right, isn't it? As you're all aware, Lilli is gone. She'd had enough of the fighting. She's going somewhere only coyotes and dragonflies can reach -- whatever the hell that means. Will she be back, who can say? Who amongst us, touched by underground spirit we seem to have unearthed, has actually been able to leave? @ScottDakota? But that was ages ago. Do we have a @brandiwithani? @mtv? I see him around. @Mel has left about a thousand times. There's just something about this place. Brings us all to fanboy status, even when we hate it. Half of what we do seems to be a complaint of some sort or another. Tell you the truth though, there's no place I'd rather be when I die. This strange group of friends who have deduced an already death.