Photograph

[pipolitics]

Photograph

The bottle is empty. I’m still sober. The dawn intrudes, a welcome intrusion. I’m trying to piece it together. I imagined my father at the performance last night. There’s something in me that’s convinced sometime somewhere in his life he has been in Congress Hall. I rocked that fucker last night with every beat, with every pounding I

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[anonymous]

Have you ever tried a medium?

I know that you might be capable of doing it yourself, but that takes some pretty strong mojo.

I was just last night considering a medium - I certainly believe it's possible to do, but have no ability to judge the legitimacy of any particular medium or message from such.

:(

I don't want to believe something simply because I want to. I don't want to disbelieve just because I have the ability to, either, though.

[anonymous]

(above was me, Coke, or Houdini maybe today)

The View From Onstage

[lilyscloak]

I can imagine how your father saw you there and how proud he was at that moment Whether or not in the flesh remains to be seen....I will be faithfully posted, my friend Pip.

Am I the only one out HERE in cyberville that sees the little girl in you Pip? It comes in rare flashes but it is there.

To your father you will always be his little girl. Beneath the soul of a true warrior there lies a crunchy exoskeleton...and beyond that a little girl with skinned knees....daddy kisses the tears away and there beams a smile........I LOVE YOU AND MISS YOU!

Hey I had an idea....when the Pumpkins clear on outta here and take all the riff-raff with them you could rock your beats over here in Asheville, North Carolina! LOVE YOU! ELLEN

[sisternaamah]

i smell a novel in the works!

[mistralmadriiax]

<3 you.