he’s found where i live. it’s nice to know that he’s resourceful enough to track down a specter, i just don’t have to be happy about his presentation.

knocking on my bedroom window. smiling like an ass.

even though there is no challenge to doing that since you have to walk past it to get the front door. his trying to recreate the scene from ‘buffy the vampire slayer’ movie was a little too much.

“get it? i’m playing the dude courtney cox ended up with in ‘scream.’”

“knock it off.”

“was that before or after he was the ’1-800-call-att’ guy?”

“was that before or after you were an asshole?”

“man. wasn’t rutger hauer really good in ‘blade runner’?

“‘ladyhawk’ too.”

“hahahaha. oh man. he sucked in ‘buffy.’ but, i guess if you like traditional castlevania vampire lords, he fit the bill.”

“speaking of traditional. why are you waking my ass up? i have work in like four hours.”

“i was in the area… and i thought, ‘i’d swing by for old times.’”

“no, morgan, you’re not here for old times.”

“was it to talk movies or quote old lyrics?”

“maybe.”

“maybe, yeah. maybe. i could be here to remind you of things or whatever. you’re the one that invents my capacity of omnipotence in these little make out parties.”

“go away. i’m a different person now.”

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but i’m not.

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i meet him at my front door and i ask him why he’s here. really. he tells me something simple. he tells me to close up shop, start saving up some money and find something that will touch the heart in a tangible way.

if anyone knows morgan at all, we can be pretty sure, he didn’t say it just like that, but i decided to make it sound a little grander then: dude. what the fuck?

…we could say that it is largely open to the interpretation of the message as to what is really implied.

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“The cold light of day
pours out of me
leaving me black
and so healthy

It jerks out of me
like blood
in this still life
heart beats up love”