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September 11, 2007

Angels are fragile
And devils are hot
And life is a masquerade
Colors will blend
And hearts will all mend
Just tell me you were never afraid

Because I am the one who will never die young
I am a martyr and I cannot hide
But I'm not a winner
I am just brilliantly bitter
I'm sealed by my skin
But broken inside

And there are babies laughing
And children running
And they say "read me a book, oh sing me a song,"
And I was the one who I felt so, so sorry for
But you are the one who is gone

So will you save me a seat
If I make it that far?
Will you even know
That I am the one?
I will be old
For the angels have told me
That I will never die young

Because I am the one who will never die young
I am a martyr and I cannot hide
But I'm not a winner
I am just brilliantly bitter
I'm sealed by my skin
But broken inside
And I will be old
For the angels have told me
That I will never die young
I'll never die young

excerpt from "Never Die Young"
- Lori McKenna

Here's one perspective:

TWO THOUSAND, NINE HUNDRED NINETY SIX

THREE THOUSAND SEVEN HUNDRED SIXTY TWO

SEVENTY EIGHT THOUSAND

ONE

Posted by Bullyland at September 11, 2007 02:37 PM

Comments

I wish we hadn't lost our focus on capturing him. It wouldn't stop our sadness or anger, but it would be a start.

This is my 'what if': give him a cheap pair of flip flops and drop him off somewhere near the Missouri/Arkansas border. The next time we saw him would be on YouTube.

Posted by: Dave D at September 11, 2007 06:40 PM