Wednesday, January 14, 2009

Now relax and enjoy your life.

Unless what you enjoy is fairy tales, Harry Potter, or the X-Files, which may make your head explode or lead to dancing.

1 comment:

Lirazel said...

I'll take either at this point.

I visited your house again,
on Christmas, or Thanksgiving.
And the man in robes said you were dead,
but the house would go on living.
He recited poetry, and when he saw me stand to leave,
He shook his head and said I'd never find you.

My mother used to dress me up, and while my dad was sleeping,
We'd walk down to your house without speaking.