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
Sunday, March 05, 2006
Rant & Roar
Dena is a gifted writer, and I always admire her forthrightness and brutal honesty. If you're religious, don't read it. Take my word on this one.