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07.20.99 1:08 a.m.

"How can I be shallow if I feel like I'm drowning."


  - Xen 


Created on 7/17/01 from a letter written to Alison.
Oh, yes, I do recall that I was invited to a picnic at Alison's. I shall certainly be there with bells on. Hope against hope I am not being literal. And I shall attend for far longer than a few minutes. How could I not, I so adore the nice marble pedestal that Alison offers me. Well, not so much her, as her cutie-pie friends.
Kate actually seemed enthused about the picnic. As in, she will take off work for it. I advised against it, but you know how she can be. Well, perhaps you don't, but she is strong willed. Plus, I am sure, she would rather I weren't around people I know adore me, without a proper escort.
Alison tells me that she wants someone with matching luggage? Good luck! Just try to find someone whose luggage isn't too gaudy! Or tell them "Carry-on only!"
As for my breeding plans, I have none... actually, personally I don't, but that is very serious, long and sad story that I will share with you later, if promised complete confidence. But for you people, I am just very protective over Zanna and there is something so terribly ironic about an Aryan skinhead dating an atheist Jewish princess. I am sure to appreciate the humor in it. Sorry, I've been in a more than usually sardonic mood of late...



reading: the invite to the picnic
listening: Alison talking to me on the phonewanting: Zanna to meet a nice boy
interesting thought: God killed his own son according to the Bible. That is un-nice.

Thomm Quackenbush is an author and teacher in the Hudson Valley. Double Dragon publishes four novels in his Night's Dream series (We Shadows, Danse Macabre, and Artificial Gods, and Flies to Wanton Boys). He has sold jewelry in Victorian England, confused children as a mad scientist, filed away more books than anyone has ever read, and tried to inspire the learning disabled and gifted. He is capable of crossing one eye, raising one eyebrow, and once accidentally groped a ghost. When not writing, he can be found biking, hiking the Adirondacks, grazing on snacks at art openings, and keeping a straight face when listening to people tell him they are in touch with 164 species of interstellar beings. He likes when you comment.



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