Suicide note.~

Now, don't get me wrong,, I've had some INTERESTING fan-mail in the past ... from some Interesting individuals.. They have held my interest, at least for a while, or as some form of strange and bizarre entertainment, but~ this one was a little beyond that,..~

The sounds of insanity have a strangely drawing Reverb on their vocals; a somewhat Hall-effect, like what the nymphs of old undoubtedly had as they sang their songs of wooing Death!

Below, I feel I must get some mileage out of a Fresh-off-the-press copy of my morning paper that I sat to at precisely 10:15am, to find (with a hint of shock, and a SHOCK of strange, almost disgust & fear..) the context hereof.~ I am still baffled as to whether or not I should fear for her life, (as the mood of the message is so dark, dreary, and almost eerily melodic in the minor-chord progression of a Suicide... note~) or,,, perhaps it is in fact Darker... and I should fear for my own Life, as the final words of her closing carry a weight in them equal to lead or coal.. "your ending,". I say no more.~

Below follows the un-edited, unaltered version of the before-mentioned Note: ~


Hey there Dan,
how is life over there for you, anything new over in Candiana. are you working very now & then, or is the rest of the evening time to take cool break, with some cool frineds that you hang around with. anyhow i know you don't ever write me anymore, in which i can see that, cause i don't see any note from you or any comments, that you use to send to me. well i suppose you don't have the time, or are we not good friends anymore, like we use to be. cause i can't keep writing you all the time, when you are not writing me back. its like i am wasting my time, writing you when you don't write me, or just drop me a line from time to time, to say hi to me to see that i know you are still out there, somewhere doing ok. anyhow i think this my last final note to you, for the last time, here until you can write me back. but for right now, i am going to be silent here , on my last note to you until i get an answer back, from you soon ok. anyhow i need to go now, to finished doing my dishes. so for the last time, please, please write me back, cause if not the i am not sure if we are going to be friends much anymore, or maybe i will not write much anymore. sorry Dan that the way its going to be, if you don't write me. so don't write me off just yet. well gotta run see ya later Dan.

your ending,
Peace.

PS. i am begging for you to write me, ASAP ok. don't ever forget me dude. byeeeee.


The strangest thing is, I have never written this person... ever~ I know who it is, but their Perception of some Golden world or reality, where trees swayed in the breeze, to a sun-set (which never faded), where the gold and red leaves of fall seemed to flutter on the wonderful, and comfortable breeze.~ I don't know this world; I have never seen it or been there~ I am absent from this strange life that seems to have been lived without me at all. I don't know,, and in all truth, I don't care to know.~ What I Do know is, If I get Shanked in the night at the pre-lude to some golden day-break, you will know the Whys .... ~