Everything is Everything
Nothing can make it stop. I am haunted by the ghosts from the past. They slip up beside me in conference rooms to reveal some long lost secret, some gruesome and unspeakable act of violence echoing through the canyons of time. They interrupt me at breakfast to talk about nothing. They write dirty words on the mirror when I am in the shower. They all want my attention.
Some of the ghosts are just whispers really; intimations of feelings. But some of the ghosts, well some of them are real in every sense of the word, except that they are dead. It is these apparitions that frighten me the most.
Ugh. I am so uninspired today. I think I will just stop this post right now. I can see dead people... OOOOOOOOHHHH... So original, so scary! Well at least I have the laptop and the firewire.. Now I just need the digital camcorder and I might just become dangerous.
Oh yeah, Monkeyspit informs me that the Sea photo blog is fast approaching completion. Sweet.
Whenever I find myself growing grim about the mouth; whenever it is a damp, drizzly November in my soul; whenever I find myself involuntarily pausing before coffin warehouses, and bringing up the rear of every funeral I meet; and especially whenever my hypos get such an upper hand of me, that it requires a strong moral principle to prevent me from deliberately stepping into the street, and methodically knocking people's hats off--then, I account it high time to get to sea as soon as I can.Posted by Pernicious at June 18, 2004 9:12 PM