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.


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


get betters.


2:14 AM  
Blogger Sans Pantaloons said...

Marjorie, Thank you for that!

8:19 PM  

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