In the White Hot Room
Beat the drums of tragedy for me,
Beat the drums of tragedy and death.
And let the choir sing a stormy song
To drown the rattle of my dying breath.
Beat the drums of tragedy for me,
And let the white violins whir thin and slow,
But blow one trumpet note of sun
To go with me
To the darkness
Where I go.
— L. Hughes
This cannot stand! What the hell happened?! This is inexplicable and I am very upset by this news.
Have you planned a resurrection, or should there be an insurrection?
I think we should all change our avatars to Guy Fawkes Masks from V for Vendetta in protest. Do you agree?
Nicka | 12:18 am on 23 May 2008
I tried to leave messages for some people via Gawker, but I’ve come to the conclusion that execution means you can’t send messages either, which I did not know! So, if anyone sees this, all I will say is:
Look to my coming at first light on the fifth day. At dawn, look to the East.
moff | 6:25 pm on 23 May 2008
Can I ask why you got banned? I used to enjoy your comments greatly on io9, a blog that I found utterly useless if not for the insights provided by it’s members. If you don’t want to say, that’s cool, but curiosity has taken hold of me along with grieving for your passage.
PriorMarcus | 8:22 pm on 23 May 2008
This is poor science.
I am displeased.
braak | 10:10 pm on 23 May 2008
Come back. I know you have at least one other username available.
Bell County | 9:55 am on 23 May 2008