people who follow this blog are aware that i normally receive a valentines poem from my friend gary every year without fail.
despite the fact that he died over three years ago.
well, all good things must come to an end.
my parents called and told me that war had recently discovered that its cememtary was located on top of an indian burial ground.
apparently gary wasnt the only dead man delighting/terrifying those who once knew him.
so the state sprung from some hotshot shaman to come in and bless the whole place so “the dead could rest in peace.”
well i dont care what fred gwynne says, im going to miss my valentines.
my gay r.a. gave me a spiderman 3 one, but he did that for everyone on the hall.
and mine didnt even make sense!
it had a picture of that butler on it with the words “the blade that pierced his body came from HIS glider.”
it didnt even say valentines on it.
it didnt even have a heart on it.
just that picture and quote.
oh well.
hope you had a good one.
originally posted: Friday, February 15, 2008
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