This journal is dead.

It's passed on. This journal is no more. It has ceased to be. It's expired and gone to meet it's maker. It's a stiff. Bereft of life, it rests in peace. It's pushing up the daisies. It's metabolic processes are now history. It's off the twig. It's kicked the bucket, it's shuffled off it's mortal coil, run down the curtain and ( Read more... )