Wednesday, June 6, 2012


‎"As for my gravestone? I would like to borrow that great barber pole from out front of the town shoppe and have it ruin at midnight if you happened to drop by my mound to say hello. And there the old barber pole would be, lit, its bright ribbons twining up out of mystery, turning, and twining away up into further mysteries, forever. And if you come to visit, leave an apple for my ghost."