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
Tuesday, April 18, 2006
it was a very good year
I had better blog before midnight so that it's still my...
One whole year of not perpetuating the slaughter of innocents. Oh, I feel lovely.