...I've been sensing you, but I'm not afraid.
...I've always wondered what truly happened, that cold, cold morning.
...had the fires long been diminished? Or did it need another coal?
...did harsh words start your day? So many questions, were there
questions? Or did everyone accept your fate?
...did grief blind those about you? Or did a thief steal their sight?
...I was on the outside peering in, my silent questions lay unanswered, tho I dared not ask.
...bruises I was told...I was afraid to look..tho they fixed you up as pretty as you've always been.
...a long staircase and the stench of blood. Was that just grief stricken madness, totally consumed?
...I don't know what truly happened on that cold, cold morning, but I know you're here, and I am not afraid.
(...and she sadly pushed herself away from me...like a boat gently pulling away from shore)
Saturday, October 11, 2008
MAcabre
Posted by ritatortilla at 9:10 PM 0 comments
Saturday, October 4, 2008
Roman Polanski
Spooky and I just watched 'The Ninth Gate' again which led us into a discussion about Roman Polanski. He was accused in 1977 of drugging and raping Samantha Geimer who was 13 at the time at Jack Nicholson's place. Polanski jumped bail and fled to France. Lots of stories going around, even about Geimer and her mother. And speaking of her mother, just where was she when all of the proposed took place? Seriously, who would let her 13 year old daughter alone with ANYBODY. I don't know if he did it. I don't know if the rumors are true about them either. Shame on him if he did, shame on them if they were.
Posted by ritatortilla at 10:36 PM 1 comments
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