Everything is more enjoyable if I see it through the eyes of someone as they would see it through mine. I'm too humble to openly appreciate myself but I'm never above some outside admiration. I can't seem to be what I thought I once would be. A writer... ooohh... a lover... ooohh... someday huh, someday huh, huh? huh? oohhh... The quivering desire is once again lodging in the soles of my feet/vibrating up to my eyes/and consuming myself/untrusting myself/lust of the dryest type. At least my words are flowing, at least I'm letting THEM go. At least I can feel this, though infinitesimal, release. Ooohh... release. Ooohh. get me away, I'm dying. Get me away I'm dying. In the most delicious way. If it could be like this, I would die all day. Ooohh. hi chad. ----------------------------------------------------------------------- . This message was brought to you by the Sinister mailing list. . To send to the list please mail "sinister@majordomo.net". . For subscribing, unsubscribing and other list information please see . http://www.majordomo.net/sinister . For questions about how the list works mail owner-sinister@majordomo.net . Nee nee mun pish, chan pai dee kwa -----------------------------------------------------------------------