My friend, who is a research scientist, texted me while he was delayed at the train station. The following is what took place:
Bill: "Yep...take the train every week".
Holly: "I like trains. took my daughter on train a few years ago. Remember tweetsie & fred kirby. I rode my motorcycle 8th grade in xmas parade behind fred. not good had to watch out for horse shit."
Bill: "And you lived to recont the tale (or should it be tail?)".
Holly: "That is what I do. tell tales. or tails. no prob w/ tail tail".
Bill: "Ah...but whose tail makes the better tale?"
Holly: "Depends on whose tail u are looking at".
Bill: "Its either heads or tails".
Holly: "Horses ass told good tale".
Bill: "Would that be like starting at the end and working forward?"
Holly: "Exactly!"
Later on, Bill texted me to ask me how my day ended? I responded with, "my day has not ended. the sun went down. is there really an end? or just a slight pause? His response: "Slight pause...nothing ends when you are spiritually alive."
About Me
- Holly Stephenson Ceragioli
- Once upon a time, there lived a little girl. More than anything in the whole wide world, this little girl wanted to be loved. She searched many, many foreign places for love. She kissed many toads for love. She loved and she loved and she loved. The more she loved, the harder it became. Her tiny little heart was fading. Layers and layers of molten skin were binding her. Finally, the little girl exploded. She began lashing out at everything and everyone in sight. Bolts of lightning were striking all she touched and did not touch. She began to spin out of control. As she spun, rings and rings were spinning off of her painting the earth. Many colors began flying throughout the air. Suddenly, she was naked. She looked into the water and there, she found her love. Now, to find the prince…
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