As the day develops and matures into a full grown representation of my awakening, I mourn the loss of 2 fine gentlemen. Just yesterday at this time I was wearing the invisible vapors of fresh poo in the fine stitchwork of my uniform, waiting patiently until the next time I could connect with Albie. Connect I did. Through our common love of cheese, survival as been eliminated. Had I purchased the more pungent provolone last night, Albie might still be relieving himself on my cutting board. But no, this is not the case. The delectable attributes of a 2 year aged Manchego cheese were too much for him to handle. The Fromage to death. I recognize that his gay lover Frank needed the cheese just as much as Albie, but for me, a sensitive soul and fellow cheese lover, two is too much. So as the snow falls on the memories of Albie and Company’s poo, let us not forget what they were before this storm decided to change their path. I love you Albie and Company.
A moment of silence would be much appreciated at this time.
“The mortal shall befriend the immortality of the self” …. Wordsworth
We miss you and your poo already!
| Albie |
| 20, Feb 2005 |
| Louie |