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Tuesday, May 14, 2013

"God Is Dead"

Grey clouds were soaked with wet moisture.

I heard a burst and felt warm water covering my face.

A sunshine wearily broke through the sky.

My father's death seems incomprehensible.

My senses are dull.

Jonathan Billet

Jon Billet: A Plastic Glass Production - All Rights Reserved. DEAR REBBE, MY PRAYERS GO SOMETHING LIKE THIS, "IN A WINTER'S NIGHT I PRAY TO EAT IN WARMTH AND LIGHT." MY DREAMS ARE TO SIMPLY EAT BREAKFAST IN BED AT TIFFANY'S. KEEP PRIVATE!!!! I have been living in the town of Larchmont for the past five odd years. I have been living with 3,000 women, 2,070 men, 1,000 dogs, and I estimate 575 cats of all different ages, sizes, and shapes. I live with about 40 stores and dozens of eateries of all types. At first, I found it hard after living alone in a White Plains studio. Still, sometimes I find myself feeling alienated and lonely. Whoever you may be, stranger, I'd appreciate it if you would shake a hand or wag a tail. Love, a friend named Jon Billet

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