Love, Beth

Dearest Chris,

Dearest Peter,

While you’re out,

I’m going to roller skate to “Heartache Tonight,”

Stay out past curfew,

Stand next to the speakers at a Crue concert,

Bust out my ear drums,

Die my hair blonde,

Storm the stage,

Sleep with Vince,

Let Nikki,

Climb the rest of the way

to the top

with my wiles

away the hours

fly away with you

flee at dawn

asleep in bed

by the time you get home

from playing with the boys all night

Ding Dong The Wicked B is Dead!

It is, I know, it is, it is it is sad, of course it is

still i can’t help feeling,

hurrah, hurrah, hurray,

she’s dead. she’s dead. she’s dead. ding dong the wicked witch is dead!

Not exactly dead, more like finally shipped off to the psycho ward where she belongs,

no, not that either, how shall we say, put away, no, take away, no, escorted, that’s it,

more like escorted, anyhoo,

But, very sad, yes, very sad in deed

Cl–aa–aas, can you say i-ron-y?

Q’–ee–sst cous-seee?

se la

Right, yes, sad, very sad, so sad, I think I’m going toi devote the weekend to happy, free songs as my dear stepmother would’ve qwanted

you know she always wanted everyonbe to be soo happy ands it is labor day weekend so I’m coounting down my top favorite happy, free songs just in her honor

stay tuned, number 1 comin up

then at the end I’ll have a prize for the first person to guess right on whether I’m serious or not –again, all inb her honor, don’t worry if you’ll be gone all night baby–make us lots of money,m wilool yio


John Donne (1572-1631), wrote the line ‘for whom the bell tolls’ in Devotions Upon Emergent Occasions, Meditation XVII:

“Perchance he for whom this bell tolls may be so ill, as that he knows not it tolls for him; and perchance I may think myself so much better than I am, as that they who are about me, and see my state, may have caused it to toll for me, and I know not that . . .  never send to know for whom the bells tolls; it tolls for thee.”