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.
Yeah, an' then you yell at me when I say stuff like that.
ReplyDeleteThat's hardly fair. Are we talking about current me or high school me?
ReplyDeleteTouche.
ReplyDelete:-(
ReplyDeletenot 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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