Has anyone heard your name? death.

Speaks as it was a symbol that hearted its place

we'll say no more of that ... not really understanding its sense... I heard a young woman speak last night... from the past... before she died a ghost on television.. I cried as I watched this powerful singer.... I wept ...and then it was over... I had wept in the afternoon because of the past and th~ e present and

On the bus a slav woman ignored me pointedly pointing her direction toward some unknown destination the me that was me the one was it the same who'd cried less than an hour before was it an ahour and the young woman who jumped the line not really jumping at ll but clumping herself just down stopping still a first class moron what her head was leaning to god knows what god is that? adeath god in the common place .... O go d of dead and television..