There is something terrible yet soothing about returning to a place where you once lived. You are one of your own memories.
Mary Morris Crossroads

I don't get Christmas sweaters?

Sure, Kevin Gilbertson, I can tell you what Christmas Sweaters are all about.

{Dave drags his blanket to the center of the forum as all of the other playerz stop posting and stare.}

Lights, please?

{House lights go down, leaving one spotlight on Dave, center forum.}

"And there were in the same mall, salespeople, abiding the floor, keeping watch over their stock by night, and Lo, the manager of the store came upon them, and the worry of the store shone round about him, and they were sore afraid. And the manager said unto them, 'Fear not, for behold, I bring you knittings of great joy, which will be unto all people whom you chose to sell them to. For unto you is worn this day in the department store, a sweater. 'Tis tacky as sin. And this shall be a sign unto you. You shall find the sucker wearing similar clothes, shopping for Hallmark ornaments and crafty ducks." And suddenly there was with the manager, a multitude of guys in suits, praising his tactics and saying "Glory are sales in the highest, and on earth, please, try to also sell these to men."


{Walks slowly back, while all the playerz remain in stunned silence.}

That's what Christmas Sweaters are all about, Kevin Gilbertson.

I don't know why I feel this way, I don't know if its right or wrong to laugh at misfortune. Darkness can never last to long, when you laugh in its face.

Danny Elfman

It's strange how silent
it came

the transgression
of songs
singing and reminding
me of you
to him
that I didn't
object
I just sat
quietly
and
listened.

smoke gets in your eyes

That morning I wept.....

I wept because I had lost my pain and was not accustomed to its absence.
Anais Nin

05/05/05

There was
something
about that
05/05/05
and everything
that surrounded
it
Something with
the ebb and
flow
Something about
the emotion
that spilled
over
and embedded
itself
in life blood
Something
that twinged
and eeked
and flowered

Whose mere
objective
was turmoil
and renaissance.