kirjoittaa vai eikö kirjoittaa, siinäpä linnunraato / to write or not to write, there be a birdy carcass

Life is strumming along. Tomorrow a quick farewell appointment, then two farewells appointments next week, and a 3-day summit at the end of the month. There goes my bus fare tickets of the month.

Let's type this together ghoulies. Lean in close. Can we send some nasty visual images into the heads of guys who asks us inappropriate things. Spell that makes your mind explode with worms, dead things, decay, your own death a hundred times. So that you end up crying... but that's none of my imagery..

It takes a lot of time typing this, waiting for something to happen. Waiting for the dead to rise. And to think people used to wait for photos to develop.