Sunday, Monday, Happy Days

[Spaced Ape]

Life has a funny way of being both black and white AND grey, strange subtleties hiding among stark dichotomies.

Maybe when we learn to face the music, that the only thing to live for are the silver linings, and when you learn this truth they may become that much sweeter?

Bittersweet memories here for many of us. Milestones in our time, but now barely a passing memory.

If we are destined to relive it, then we should be thankful for having it. This little home away from home.

Our gracious host, mild-mannered, and bearing his heart to us, loving any of us who loved it back. I do thank you.

We may never be done here. There will always be bonds that hold us to this hearth, such as the songs and mirth. Devilish thoughts and tired jokes.

Most of us gone, but our ghosts remain. Influences felt, chipping away at the marble of our characters.

I have hated you all. I have loved you all. Such as the world itself, as at one time you were.

And life goes on.

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I think you are on to something with this post. And I think about all of you and I think about this place all the time.

[Spaced Ape]

Through it all you were the best member here, Glock. I was happy to know you. Add me on FB if you get the chance: https://www.facebook.com/SpacedApe

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Only by post count, remember. But still the best. For that reason.

NOOCH