A Black Feather, A poison pen... ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Adios, Don Luciano - y que te vaya bien The old man next door passed away monday night, he was a friend of the family, had been for years. I wasn't personally all that close to him, not like a lot of my family has been, but i liked the guy well enough that i'm at least a little sad that i won't be shooting the shit with him over the fence whenever he or i had a minute. Cancer, discovered too late to be survived. It's one of those things that keeps any of the vestiges of my religious faith at bay, i mean look at it...A nice, warm, hardworking and genial fellow like him dies a hard death like that, and yet someone corrupt, dishonest good-for-nothing piece of shit like Dick Cheney still enjoys the pleasures and privileges of health and life (as much as a heartless automaton like that sonofabitch can be called "alive") it puts the notion of getting out of life what you put into it completely to the lie. "Lord, how long shall the wicked triumph on earth?" 5:51 p.m. - 2006-03-29 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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