words are flowing out like endless rain into a paper cup • they slither while they pass • they slip away across the universe • pools of sorrow, waves of joy are drifting through my open mind • possessing and caressing me
Thursday, July 28, 2005
I Am Not Alone
What I love most about Dena is how she says exactly what's on her mind. Read this. Go on, read it. It has to do with what I've been blogging about.
5 comments:
Anonymous
said...
Yeah, an' then you yell at me when I say stuff like that.
5 comments:
Yeah, an' then you yell at me when I say stuff like that.
That's hardly fair. Are we talking about current me or high school me?
Touche.
:-(
not kool
Just some good, clean fun (well, it's clean on my site, haven't been to the blogs of all the other participants).
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