Bald Jason's Musings


   Monday, November 23, 2009

Brushed and cool minted an unheard doorbell sent Mark rushing; all I felt was his ghostly air at his passing. He rushed back up with a box for me; the new Trek book; book 5 I think of a series I've not yet touched. More of the dreams fill and empty me. I need to sleep.

   posted by Bald Jason at 11:59 AM
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I love when you write things all poetic, but I also know that it means you're brain is all wonky and depressed. I do have faith that things will get better. I hope you can find your way to believe it too, cutie.

   posted by Mark at 09:15 PM

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