Tuesday, July 19, 2005

Mort Exquise

There is a certain time of dusk, when the sun has disappeared behind the horizon, but the sky is still very light, awash in pastel blue, when I have a glaring, unnerving moment of fleeting clarity.

Tonight it was 8:43PM, and I was driving in my car and listening to the Scherzo from Schubert’s Death and the Maiden. What, you ask, was my epiphany?

Sorry, even I have some secrets.


Craig said...

Eeeeewwwww!! That is SO evil to flaunt your secrets like that! I WILL tickle it out of you!

Your Fearless Leader said...

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Larn said...

hey... no fair! i want to know your secrets.... i miss you eddy... you should communicate with you adoring fans!

ps-peaslee is engaged!

Ms Bees Knees said...

You suddenly realized that you couldn't live without my New Jersey-sized vagina.

Ed Grow said...

Tickle away you beautiful man-boy.

Why, spank you.

Oh chach! I miss you too. We should hang out together before you leave. Do consider, Love!

Close, except...well, actually, you hit the nail right on the head. What fascinates me the most perhaps is that it is also shaped like New Jersey. Hmm. Love!

rachel said...

of course i don't know but i think i might understand....
in fact much of humanity would understand but .........
well, that's what makes it a secret huh?
your rachel

amanda said...

you're so pregnant.

Ed Grow said...

You are a sweetheart and I love you to death. Of all the people I know I think you should start a blog. I would be most interested in reading your musings. Do consider (gawd, listen to me talkin' all proper like--you think I waz puttin' on airs). Love!

While you typed 'pregnant', I am sure you were thinking:
'preggers, preggers'. You *are* so naughty. Love!