Letters to the Editor
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Just the Echo of a Sigh- Goodbye
As Mr. Coward used to sing. "This sweet Memory, across the years, will come to me. Tho' my life may go a'wry, in my heart you'll ever lie, Just the Echo of a Sigh, Goodbye.
Off I go to bed, meditating on Blogging and identity. This whole sock-puppet thing makes me feel like I've been cleaved in twain. It's terrible, all my suits were made for a whole person!
Oh well, one must, as Anotole says, take some smooths with the rough.
And I must to bed, where my ever-unsatisfied (Gosh that Shooter's a perceptive fellow) wife awaits.
I can hear her sliding a clip into that little pearl-handled Beretta .25 she loves so much, (the very same gun!) and that means it's time for bed at Moosehall.
Good nite LWM, wherever and whoever you are. Someday, karma will repay you for whatever hoo-doo voodoo (that you do so well) you used to screw up Buckyl. My God forgive you, cause I can't. I've seen the wreck of a noble mind here oe'rthrown, and its got right in amongst me.
I don't know how you did it, LWM, but you might as well have hit him square in the temple with a sledge hammer, from what I've seen tonite.
Do you have the same fate in store for me, LWM. Please, don't make me end up like that, LWM, please. I'll do anything, but whatever you did to Buckyl, don't do it to me. It's devastating. You've turned his mind into a rutabaga!