The only thing that burns in Hell is the part of you that won't let go of life, your memories, your attachments. They burn them all away. But they're not punishing you, he said. They're freeing your soul. So, if you're frightened of dying and... and you're holding on, you'll see devils tearing your life away. But if you've made your peace, then the devils are really angels, freeing you from the earth. Earth. Even the word sounded strange to me now... unfamiliar. How long had I been gone? How long had I been back? Did it matter? I tried to find the rhythm of the world where I used to live. I followed the current. I was silent, attentive, I made a conscious effort to smile, nod, stand, and perform the millions of gestures that constitute life on earth. I studied these gestures until they became reflexes again. But I was haunted by the idea that I remembered her wrong, and somehow I was wrong about everything.

another world... Gnawing at the back of my head.

i am venus. i am mercury. T00 many p0s1t1ve ions. require=waterfall clouds stars oxygen AND trees [NOT computer OR tv screens] warrantee voided per chronos a-swingin low his bitter scythe; don't you cry for me. come and carry me home, throw your roses on the ground. come and take me home. carry me home. :throw your black roses on the ground and shout:

never almost always stubbernly open-minded about things set in stone (sometimes)

i was talking not two days ago to a certain bartender i'm lucky to know, and i asked henry (my bartending friend) if i should bother dating unfamous men. he suggested i get a xanga.