12.17.2007

IV. The Game of Dangerous Unreality

3 comments:

Anonymous said...

31 december 1942

Our hearts, into which something has eaten once when we were ill or weak, must be mended and patched so that that terrible pettiness and fear of being overlooked may be wiped out for ever. Not to worry about how one stands with people. Only to worry about real things.

(dw)

cilla said...

same day: Something screams out in me that is all filth and devil-worship.

let's have a telepathic deathday picnic party for dw on the 30th?

Nicky Peacock said...

come back.
in fact, don't ever leave.