Coffee-and-cynicism

Meeting Kurt           Fraser Aidney The gates to heaven were nothing like the gates I had imagined. Face on, it is true that they appeared to be made of pearl. It is this snapshot impression that people who flicker out of life momentarily receive, or so I've been told. However, on a close inspection, the gate is not made of pearl, but of a jumble of bones. A bone for every creature that has suffered at another's hands. A tribute, sort of. At least, that's what an angel told me. It seemed quite proud of it, actually. The gates to heaven extend past the horizon, and stretch into obscurity in the clouds above. Admittedly, there are quite a lo

An open letter to: You. I have so many beautiful and intelligent friends. I am constantly amazed that I still have them. Knowing me (as only I seem to do), I have always imagined a social faux pas the size of the K-T extinction would have left me on my own by now. No joke. Yet, I seem to be surrounded by beautiful and intelligent people, who at least appear to put up with me, which is, personally, quite incredible enough for me. And out of these beautiful, intelligent people comes You. You are the most amazing person I know. Every time I look in your eyes, as cliché as it is, and no matter how hard I try to avoid clichés (clear