In memory of Reagan Milstein 1995-2010

Go gently on your voyage, beloved.
Slip away with the calm tide,
And rejoice in a new sunrise.
May the moon make a path across the sea for you,
And the sun provide a welcome.
May the earth receive you and the fire cleanse you
And you go from our love
Into the presence of Love’s completeness. 


14 years of joy were not enough, it's not fair for you to go away so soon.
Reagan, you will be greatly missed. Rest In Peace.

sometimes I wonder.

--sometimes I wonder how I can crave someone so badly and he might just not want me in the slightest, or even at all
--sometimes I wonder how i’d live without some of the great people i have in my life
--sometimes I wonder how we feel physical pain
--sometimes I wonder how life would be without technology
--sometimes I wonder how people would react if I died
--sometimes I wonder how I could just be sitting all alone, just imagining the things I see, talk to, touche, feel, hear and smell. maybe life is all your imagination?
--sometimes I wonder how cool it would be to have background music like in the movies
--sometimes I wonder how my life is going to turn out
--sometimes I wonder how fucking awesome it would be to be a billionaire!
--sometimes I wonder how i could’ve walked passed my future husband today
--sometimes I wonder how dream
--sometimes I wonder how a heart can learn to love
--sometimes I wonder how a heart can be broken
--sometimes I wonder how I can think about you, and know that you're thinking about
me.


--sometimes I wonder.

mad.

Alice: "But I don't want to go among mad people!"
Cheshire Cat: "Oh, you can't help that. Most everyone's mad here..."

make a wish.

tiny terrors.

never say never.

Jabberwocky

Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe;
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.

“Beware the Jabberwock, my son!
The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!
Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun
The frumious Bandersnatch!”

He took his vorpal sword in hand:
Long time the manxome foe he sought—
So rested he by the Tumtum tree,
And stood awhile in thought.

And as in uffish thought he stood,
The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame,
Came whiffling through the tulgey wood,
And burbled as it came!

One, two! One, two! and through and through
The vorpal blade went snicker-snack!
He left it dead, and with its head
He went galumphing back.

“And hast thou slain the Jabberwock?
Come to my arms, my beamish boy!
O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!”
He chortled in his joy.

’Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe;
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.

by Lewis Carroll (Charles L. Dodgson)
From Through the Looking-Glass, 1871

stupidity.

hell.

toss a coin.