a silence unto death

Every day that barkingreed lingered in the space between two servers I wondered if it was dying. Then it made it to the new server, yet was unable to find that perfect electronic/emotional place for change. I, for one, have been acclimatized by the seconds-long commercial to a place where I would give up for dead a website lying fallow for as long as this one. Fear not, though, young Romeo. It was not dead, but asleep!

In honor of this resurrection, I have decided to be yet even more constant in writing for her: my internet beauty, my love, my barkingreed. Henceforth I (have every intention) of posting at the very least (or most, as the case may be) new thoughts, poems or paintings every single saturday of every single week, until death (or inconvenience) do us part, so help me Todd.