Here. Now.

[mrsomewhere]

This might be long. This might be in parts, two or more. But i doubt it. This might be short, but somehow i doubt that too. Which might only leave this to be just right, but well...you get the idea

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[essinem]

still alive, eh.... thass good.....

stars burn, but not a lot of point trying to warm one`s hands
against èm on a frigid winter night in the wastes of london,
ottawa or any other godforfuckingsaken place....

heh.... guess who is teaching `the fiction of horror`in the fall...

time to burn the brains of the young with eap, hpl, etc....

hi ho, old bean....s.

you should call me

[anonymous]

I was just thinking about your mom the other night.

bounty
the acid car
hash in the shed
the train sounds
a pile of bones in the basement

kd

note from ~pete

[anonymous]

I lost my rippleis rogers account, including all my email addresses and good stuff like that. I am trying alternate routes until something takes :).

I would very much like to re-open communication. Send me a ping - anything, it can just be a subject line - to peterjohnbarrett@hotmail.com. Have the angel do so as well.

thanks!

like stars indeed.

Matt Darch here

[anonymous]

Strange. I always put my hand on the elements when I was young. I knew that even though they weren't red they could burn but I touched them every time I passed by until I finally burned my fingers. I remember I didn't know that a burn was something you had to wait through and I tried rubbing my hand on things to wipe the pain off. I wiped it on the sidewalk, which hurt. I wiped it on the grass, which was cooling but didn't relieve the burn. Then I wiped it on a tree and got sap on the burn. It sucked. I guess I was pretty stupid when I was four.
I also remeber huddling in your shed at some point in the past and smoking hash. Maybe it wasn't with you but I know I been in there. Probably with that unnatural freak of a blue collar Dave"Satan" Mateus.
anyhoo, mrsomewhere, email me please grisbain79@yahoo.ca