i had refused to write on here until the brainless ban was lifted--but on this very occasion--i will break my rule. today is the birthday of a very special being, one that i have spoken about frequently on here, so i'll skip everything else and say-- sadly, silently, but sincerely and lovingly--happy birthday jack.
my dear sweet jack.
i found you when i was 'wishing for a personal god in all this impersonal matter'--that lonesomeness and weariness--it's not a literary force i'm talking about, it's one that comes from a different source of life and alters one in the most unproper way--for 'proper' is limiting and rigid and cruel.
happy birthday. 'a new life' for you, after all.
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