The Dead Dead they weep as they sleep eyeless and bound within the crypt they keep forbidden they speak not a sound the lost that can never again be found upon black sorrows and misery they are fed softly, slowly through the mire they creep with blood and bone they are well crowned Kings and Queens of the deep let loose death's hounds as they sleep, they weep dead
or NaNoWriMo which, as you might know, is the National Novel Writing Month in which scores of crazy people attempt to write a 50,000 word novel in a month. Including myself. Now the month is drawing to a close and many are preparing to receive their badge of honour, but not me. Unsurprisingly I am nowhere near attaining the 50,000 word goal. I could make various excuses for this: work, relatives, having a 'life', etc, etc, but in point of fact it comes down to not pushing myself ...
The All I can feel the shape of things the touch of fire just around the edges sulfuric taste ashen residue Ice cuts fingertips to bare bone blood metallic iron grinds in the ears Creator destroys as chaos reforms it is only a myth that there is one truth assurance in the infinite for the ignorant Wisdom is a sip of wine which opens the eyes ...
The last week or so has been rather nightmarish. One thing after another. Now I'm bracing myself for the next horrible thing to happen. Last Thursday I was in my first car accident. I was driving on the highway in the pouring rain. I don't remember how fast I was going, definitely no faster than 65, probably more like 55 or 60. Whatever it was, it was too fast. I hydroplaned and swerved onto the median and hit the guardrail head-on. My brother was with me. After awhile, ambulances and firetrucks ...
Wow, today is my three year anniversary on lit net and wouldn't you know it I also hit 15,000 posts today. Hard to believe It's only been three years. I guess when you reflect on life it doesn't go as fast as it sometimes seems. But still life goes way too fast. I hope I've only hit half way. If so then I still have another 46 years to be on lit net. Lord knows what some you guys will look like in 46 years. And if I'm this crabby and crotchety now, can you imagine in 46 years? ...
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