I am Kerry Burgess. This is what I think.
If this is the first blog-post by me you're reading then you are galactically uninformed.
This Is What I Think.
Sunday, October 28, 2018
"who am I who am I who am I who am I"
The Dark Tower I: The Gunslinger
Stephen King
page 54 of 361
If you say it to him his mind will be opened. He will tell you what lies beyond. He will tell you what he saw.
Knowing will drive you mad.
But sooner or later you will ask.
You won't be able to help yourself.
Have a nice day!
Walter o'Dim
http://hvom.blogspot.com/2015/07/the-whispers.html
Posted by Kerry Burgess at 10:13 AM
WEDNESDAY, JULY 08, 2015
The Whispers
JOURNAL ARCHIVE: - posted by H.V.O.M - Kerry Wayne Burgess 3:03 PM Pacific Time Spokane Valley Washington USA Saturday 06 December 2014 - http://hvom.blogspot.com/2014/12/i-am-legend.html
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http://www.tv.com/shows/the-walking-dead/strangers-3049683/
tv.com
The Walking Dead Season 5 Episode 2
Strangers
Aired Sunday 9:00 PM Oct 19, 2014 on AMC
AIRED: 10/19/14
http://www.tv.com/shows/the-walking-dead/four-walls-and-a-roof-3051025/
tv.com
The Walking Dead Season 5 Episode 3
Four Walls and a Roof
Aired Sunday 9:00 PM Oct 26, 2014 on AMC
AIRED: 10/26/14
The Walking Dead
Four Walls and a Roof
Gareth: It's probably pretty stupid to be here.
Dangerous.
I don't know, maybe not.
(snarling) You can see the threat.
That's something.
Looking at them makes me feel better about things.
My mom used to say that every day above ground was a win.
Doesn't really apply anymore, but you can still get some perspective.
The glass is gonna break sooner or later.
Nothing lasts too long anymore.
You know, we marked our way here so that we could find our way back after.
So stupid, right? I mean back to what? It wasn't just a trap.
It was gonna be a choice.
The Passage: A Novel (Book One of The Passage Trilogy)
Justin Cronin
page 436 of 881 (Amazon Kindle Version)
Peter was dreaming of the girl. They were under the carousel, in that low-ceilinged prison of dust, and the girl was on his back, breathing her honeyed breath onto his neck. Who are you, he was thinking, who are you, but the words felt trapped in his mouth, bunched inside it like a woolen rag. He was thirsty, so thirsty. He wanted to roll over to see her face but he couldn't move, and it wasn't the girl on him anymore, it was a viral, the teeth were sinking into the flesh of his neck and he was trying to scream for his brother but no sound came and he began to die, one part of him thinking, How strange, I've never died before. So this is what it's like.
- posted by Kerry Burgess 10:13 AM Pacific Time Spokane Valley Washington USA Sunday 28 October 2018