"To absent friends, lost loves, old gods, and the season of mists; and may each and every one of us always give the Devil his due."
Sunday, July 17, 2005
The night’s too quiet Stretched out alone I need the whip of thunder And the winds dark moan I’m not Abel, I’m just Cain Open up the heavens Make it rain
2 comments:
Just wanted to draw your attention to a comment I posted to your post that had a bunch of interesting questions. I think it was dated March 13.
Thanks for your comments Anonymous. They made interesting reading and it's nice to know that people actually read what I write.
You should blog.
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