

The blue of my jeansThe coffee stains are threatening To blot out the blue of my jeans. To see them blend makes me smile Because I'm sure by nowThe blue of my jeans
You would have been
Chasing me with some wet napkins. But I like them this way. And my hair keeps falling out. I don't know why. You said I rivaled your cancer survivor.
Well, I may not be bald just yet But I sure do look like one.


A Strange Letter FoundA much-folded and faded letter was found among the personal papers of Professor Howard Rice after his death in 1936. The contents, more than a little puzzling and troubling, are presented here unedited for your review.A Strange Letter Found
June, 17th, 1908.
My Dear Friend Howard,
I am writing to you, from my room at the Kempler Arms, a run-down inn located in the God-forsaken port of Rockfish Harbor, North Carolina. I have just drank the contents of a bottle of brandy in the vain attempt to calm my nerves enough that I may commit the events of the last few days to paper before I collapse into much needed slumber.  
by £deviantWEAR
by `blackeri
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