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The FORTRESS of SOLITUDE

"So morbid...a sentimental replica of a planet long since vanished..."
~ General Zod

 

Exit Stage Left

Well, he arrived on Monday afternoon.

He met several of my friends at a drinking session at Woody's. It somehow made everything more real...and I really loved it. They all thought he was pretty remarkable. He had a great time meeting them.

The entire visit was pretty much beyond description. Amazing as usual. I'm left feeling sated and sad at the same time, and I'm dying to see him again...

...which will be this weekend when I go to Waterloo.

I miss you, M.

xoxo

On a separate note...

A little song I've been obsessed with lately:

Delta Dawn
What's that flower you have on
Could it be a faded rose from days gone by?
And did I hear you say
He was meeting you here today
To take you to his mansion in the sky

She's forty-one and her daddy still calls her baby
And all the folks 'round Brownsville say she's crazy
Coz she walks downtown with her suitcase in her hand
Looking for a mysterious dark haired man

In her younger days, they called her Delta Dawn
Prettiest woman you ever laid eyes on
Then a man of low degree stood by her side
And he promised her he'd take her for his bride

Delta Dawn
What's that flower you have on
Could it be a faded rose from days gone by?
And did I hear you say
He was meeting you here today
To take you to his mansion in the sky

 

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