no death is as wonderful as that of new england leaves.

i've never enjoyed it before. but it's a wonderous excurtion and gives me something to do when the boys play cards, or ddr, or other video game, or when i've seen a movie way to many times. i think by my long absence from reading my brain craves it so m uch that i actually read a little quicker than i used to. oh and literature! like fine wine! it gets so much better with age. oh and poe, shoulda kept to short stories. the poems dont do much for me, too emo. the short stories...oh man the sociopaths he creates and the way he tells each man's madness is juicy. i need a thesaurus, or some fruit.