October

Wed, 01 Oct 2008 15:20:38 GMT

"Saying farewell at the end every time. My love and my joy, if I die from illness, madness or sadness, if before the time alloted me by fate is up, I can't get enough of looking at you, enough joy in the dilapidated mill on the emerald wormwood hills, if I don't drink my fill of the transparent water from your immortal hands, if I don't make it to the end, if i don't tell everything that I wanted to tell you, about myself, if one day I die without saying farewell - forgive me. Most of all, I would like to say - and to say it before a very long separation - to say what you have long known yourself, of course, or what you are just surmising. We all make surmises about it. I want to say that there was already a time when we were acquainted on this earth, you no doubt remember. The river is called. And now we've come again, we've returned in order to meet again. We are Those Who Came. Now you know."
-Sasha Sokolov, A School for Fools

Tue, 08 Jan 2008 19:12:08 GMT

When darkness falls... people just freak out... and burn shit.

Mon, 04 Sep 2006 01:40:04 GMT

"Hold on, I have to let my grandma out."

Whoa now.

October