Digital tidbits from the last 12 hours:

1. “Can you come over for dinner tonight?  I’ll cook for you.”
2. “I miss you.”
3. “Thank you for last night, and being there for me.”
4. “Amy has poked you, poke her back.”
5. “I need to talk to you.”

Not to mention an unsolicited gift awaiting me on the doorstep, along with a sweet note on it.  I just stared at it for a while, worried more that the contents were probably poisoned.  Who knows.

All have loved me, physically and mentally.  All I have tried to mesmerize with kiss, and gaze.  I dig and dig, trying to keep the sand from falling back in on me.  The faster I burrow, the more I seem to cave in.

Perhaps I should just allow the slow fill, to provide a stepladder out?

Stop the channel, I think there are enough corpses to put in here.  Lest I grow content with eating the dead.

#endtrans