Monday, November 3, 2008

I Wrote...

A beautiful post talking about how I didn't feel alone in Mexico. How we we're all basically alone. Winding into a plea, asking who is out there.

Then I lost it, somehow. Damn phone.

But.. Who IS out there?

Comment. Email. Call. Something.

Who's reading this?

9 comments:

kenny said...

ground control- Kenneth here
I'm receiving your transmissions . . .
>beep<

sarahfisch said...

Me. Have you been reading your comments? I'm OBNOXIOUSLY present.

...And yet, my word-verification is "triest," which is an anagram of triste.
*Sigh*

cfitz said...

I'm here Beto! But "here" is Washington DC.

Dean said...

I'm following your travels, huevon.

Unknown said...

Need a update midget count..

Penaofsky

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Anonymous said...

hi

Mantecatron said...

Very good. Very good. Just being a good tour guide and doing a head count before we move onto the next stop. Now if you'll just get on the bus...

Kenny, I think I might really know who you are. Glad to have you aboard, Mr. Rogers. I've been a fan for years. And please stop with the plastic surgery. You are starting to look like Dolly.

Cfitz? Chuck? Is that you?

Sarah, I know your around. Dean. Ana. Glad you're here.

Mike, I realized that I might have to stop the "little person" count. I'm in a part of the country where all the people are small. I don't know where "small person" stops and "little person" begins. I would have to measure, I guess and I'm no Jim Fowler.

Ok. If you got here late, you can still hop on the bus. This is a metaphoric bus, blelching exhaust of love at you as you're at the digital street stand, eating a taco of knowledge.

Joseph Figueroa said...

I'm reading this. How that creeps you out...

~Joseph Arthur Figueroa