Sunday, February 8, 2009

Lift yr skinny fists like antennas to heaven

Last night was really special. The fog and the moonlight combined to make a beautiful ghost world, surrounded by ghost trees that faded and twisted and shifted off into the darkness, and the beached jellyfish came up like manna from the bottom, offering themselves up to the glowing orb that cast down smiling white light on us as we lay on the beach, and even the fox forgives us, I think.

I'm getting that itch again, Jack. I gotta go somewhere.

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