Date : Saturday, November 8, 2008
Time : 8:04 PM
Title : Etc.

Bleeding hearts, and dry bones of the churchyard, and tears that burn as they fall- all dance together to the music that he makes with that smileless mouth of him.

Love each other or perish. Ageing is not just decay, you know. It's growth. Death does a life, not a relationship. But sometimes, when you're losing someone, you hang on to whatever tradition you can. And I suppose tapes, like photographs and videos, are a desperate attempt to steal something from death's suitcase.

Parting is sad, but parting is inevitable. It was heaven- right smacked in the middle of hell.

And now, you could just hear the flapping of the wings of the angel of death.

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