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?
Monday, November 3, 2008
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ground control- Kenneth here
I'm receiving your transmissions . . .
>beep<
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*
I'm here Beto! But "here" is Washington DC.
I'm following your travels, huevon.
Need a update midget count..
Penaofsky
hi
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.
I'm reading this. How that creeps you out...
~Joseph Arthur Figueroa
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