Playground

This is my playground. You join it by alchemy and alchemy only that spurs. Peruse my sights and observations, welcome

Tuesday, January 01, 2008

/Dad

“We visited an old friend of ours. Actually it was your friend and even then I’m not quite sure you see her as a friend. She’s old so we’re visiting her so that when she’s about to die she’ll remember us and help us into Heaven. When we do the same thing, I wonder who I want to remember when I die.”

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