Wednesday, November 29, 2006

And then, with a creaking of rusty hinges and a rattling of dusty chains, the once-thriving blog stirred from its stupor and roared. A passing fly laughed to see such fun.


longblackveil said...

And then they stopped. Just completely stopped. The fly that enjoyed so heartily months ago was nowhere to be seen, laughing or otherwise.

Anonymous said...

The fly died. Zarathustra came across the blog and spake thus unto it: Thou great poet! What would be thy happiness if thou hadst not those
for whom thou writeth!