Saturday, July 19, 2008

Sans Hope.

Sometimes, when lost in the woods, the path we choose is the wrong one.
I guess I'm in a scary shit phase. When hope is gone, all we have is fear.

This post inspired by b.

12 Comments:

Blogger Identity Crisis said...

You have nothing to fear but fear itself....or maybe that path...I think you should fly out of there now. The path does not compute.

5:56 PM  
Blogger Sans Pantaloons said...

Identity, I will take your sound advice. The path is an old mineral railway line, with a vertical drop of thirty feet down to the river Avon.
I don't really have wings. . .

7:29 PM  
Blogger Identity Crisis said...

I wondered how much of the drop was real and how much was digital manipulation. The wings...those have to be real!

12:52 AM  
Blogger anne altman said...

the power of blogging = hope (the ability to send doodle to summer camp)

viva sans pantaloons

1:59 PM  
Blogger Sans Pantaloons said...

Identity, I keep them folded underneath my strait-jacket.

Anne, viva Doodle!

8:59 AM  
Blogger Ritardo "Gar the Conqueror" said...

what is that wicked winged thang

5:01 PM  
Blogger Sans Pantaloons said...

Ritardo, the thing represents my dark side.

8:27 PM  
Blogger Julia Smith said...

At least you're stylin' out there beside the vertical drop.

11:26 AM  
Blogger Marjorie said...

Are you on a bummer Sans? Que paso?

1:33 AM  
Blogger Sans Pantaloons said...

Julia, it's a bad habit I have.

Marjorie, I was feeling a bit melancholy for a while, but making some improvement. I guess the weight of the world can crush even my broad shoulders. That and my credit card bill.

7:50 PM  
Blogger Marjorie said...

Okay, I was a bit worried, I hate credit cards, I really do.

So, now if I win the lottery not only will I buy everyone a palapa on the beach, I'll see what I can do about that bill.

Knock on wood

TEXT


get betters.

XXX

2:14 AM  
Blogger Sans Pantaloons said...

Marjorie, Thank you for that!

8:19 PM  

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