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, April 06, 2006
Happy HNT. Sister had a mouth full of peas. *Shrugs* It was funny.
And she's fine, home and not in too much pain. Thanks for the prayers and vibes.