Does this go out to anybody?
I can't see anything on my blog after December 13.
Perhaps I have died.
Perhaps I am a refugee from my own life
Perhaps it doesn't matter if I cannot see my new posts
Perhaps it is better for me not to see my posts.
This will expand my universe
beyond its constant me me me
that all of us are so bloody tired of
bloody danged tired of
perhaps I should go to England
except that I'd wear a size 12 there
which shows the depth of MY character.
3 comments:
I can see the post here on your blog and on my google feed.
You have not died.
Unless you are blogging from the other side.
If so, I am sure you're not alone.
Sometimes, when I encounter a really mean blogger online, I am certain it's my dead mother, come beck from the grave to haunt me on the internets.
Maybe you are my dead mother.
If so, you'd better start being really mean to me.
And if you *are* my dead mother,
you would wear a size 24 in England.
I'm sorry to break this news to you, here ... in public ... like this.
Thank you Dana. I FEEL alive, so I guess I'm not your dead mother. I can't imagine being even a little mean to you!
I CAN see your blog and a beautiful photo too. You do not remind me of my dead mother, thank Zeus.
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