Locked in Lakeview Cemetery.  Amidst at least  100,000 dead. The LCD of my laptop is all that shines brightly now--the sun has already well set.  It's warm and still and worldly, if wordly the uncorrupted sense of Gaia be.

You'd think one would be terrified.

But...oh my god...it's peaceful here...and the terror is all out there.

All out there.

No wonder some chose to die.

My lust is lost in my own dream.

There are spirits of spirits, you know.  And spirits of spirits of spirits, and on and on and on....

There are ghosts who dream they die only to become  ghosts!  And there are just such merely dream ghosts who themselves dream of even more nether selves. 

And on...and beyond. It's so gentle at it's final unravelment. Like a skeleton key turning in a bedroom door lock just before going to bed. And such dreams from which one never awakens.

I'm the Bloggyman.

I'm underground watching the sunset.

If I never return, please--one of you--eulogize me sweetly.

Soon my eyes shall behold only what's dismal and beyond.

I will wait quietly until the full moon shines my way until I move again.