One's Thoughts Give Reality Form
The next installment of Thursday's With Death: I had fallen asleep in the La-Z-Boy and when I awoke, Death was still snoring away. As I looked at him, I was amazed at what I saw. Death now had a solid head and body. He was actually kind of good looking, in a death-warmed-over kind of way. Actually, he was pretty handsome. He had long, dark hair, solid black eye brows, and a moustache reminiscent of D'Artagnan, of Three Muskateers fame. I reached out and poked his leg again, making sure that I... Sign in to see full entry.