I found out that i am part Swedish this past weekend. Not much, but enough to be a true son of northern darkness:
Ha! I have a minuscule amount of Swedish in me, but enough to know that 99% of my family has blue eyes.
tycker du inte?
I also immediately purchased this book:
Holy crap, so much link!
Literally the minute i heard of it's release.
A powerhouse. One of the best collections i've read since a Poe anthology. No kidding.
If Bartlett keeps going with his surreal horror, he will surpass Lovecraft and carve out a grotesque nicé of his own among the greats of the horror genre.
I have not read such cringe inducing material since Clive Barker's 'Books of Blood.'
I do find myself reading this twisted tome, mostly in the morning, with a fresh mind. It seems to give me an odd and detached perspective on the day.
Wow, lost my train of thought.
Anyway, dad: if you are reading this. Thank you for your ever expanding wisdom and kind words.
I don't see you enough and elsie doesn't either.
But that is ok, you have nothing but free time now and you did your bid.
By the way: Terri and Remy told me you don't look a day over 55. Could it be our Swedish heritage!
Every time we hang out it is a lesson in how to be a better person and how to handle almost anything. I hope my happiness in my life has been an example of the fact that you did the best in raising myself and Jeff.
So here was my (slight) refrain.
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