Several items to make pretty note of.unburiableApril 25 2004, 01:10:41 UTC
Well, I do recall once instance during the tail end of the late 1990s, as part of the Theodore Collum Memorial Society’s banquet and ceremony in Haydenville, Ohio at Wolfe Cemetery, under the curation and supervision of David Geffen, Brad Pitt and also Kevin Bacon, along with the able and good-natured proprietor of Wolfe Cemetery, Mr. Aaron Wolfe, who is the written-of heir to Christopher Wolfe’s collection of things that were better left up to not living anymore.
There, under the watchful eyes of the better portion of the entire country’s heart and faith and the television sets, I was given a golden key to the cemetery, presented in a framed canvas by Gillte Bverin, with very rare photographs of Rhoda Dorr in various states of undress that were found when the old house was razed to make way for an office lot in 1965.
Kevin Bacon had just finished over-looking a presumptuous script to Joel Schumacher’s lauded 1990 Flatliners, penned by a remotely useless but largely, well, useless Louis Yorba, whom we all know as little more than the inside lining to a dead sheep (or several fat ones with worm infestation).
Kevin wheeled out Aaron Wolfe in a remarkale leather-bound chair, as Aaron had lost the use of his legs sometime during the 1980s after falling into a open grave. And as Aaron leaned forward to present me with the frame and key, the audience in attendance cheered politely, and CNN was there to document the look on his wife Mary Anne’s face when he pitched forward from the wheelchair and collapsed upon the stage.
So I would disagree with perhaps most of what negligent garbage you’ve managed to amass here in the guise of being somewhat, if inordinately, useful. Thank you for a lot of nothing. I’m sure you “get around”.
There, under the watchful eyes of the better portion of the entire country’s heart and faith and the television sets, I was given a golden key to the cemetery, presented in a framed canvas by Gillte Bverin, with very rare photographs of Rhoda Dorr in various states of undress that were found when the old house was razed to make way for an office lot in 1965.
Kevin Bacon had just finished over-looking a presumptuous script to Joel Schumacher’s lauded 1990 Flatliners, penned by a remotely useless but largely, well, useless Louis Yorba, whom we all know as little more than the inside lining to a dead sheep (or several fat ones with worm infestation).
Kevin wheeled out Aaron Wolfe in a remarkale leather-bound chair, as Aaron had lost the use of his legs sometime during the 1980s after falling into a open grave. And as Aaron leaned forward to present me with the frame and key, the audience in attendance cheered politely, and CNN was there to document the look on his wife Mary Anne’s face when he pitched forward from the wheelchair and collapsed upon the stage.
So I would disagree with perhaps most of what negligent garbage you’ve managed to amass here in the guise of being somewhat, if inordinately, useful. Thank you for a lot of nothing. I’m sure you “get around”.
Neil Garriscond.
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