Who even reads these things?

For those of you who do . . .

I have absolutely no idea what to say, except "Live on, my friends, until a new day may rise, gracing upon us at dawning hour a sky of fire and liquid gold. Refrigerator."

Or something like that.

Who am I kidding? You don't wanna hear about the poems of my heart or the rhythms of my soul.

I can't blame you. I wouldn't, either. But hey, here's another one for you, my dear peoples.

Light and dark, in dark we meet
For dark in dream, we slumber, we sleep
And in light we laugh, we weep
In delight, in joy, off the cliff we leap
We fall, we plummet
And--oh, (bleep)