Frantic red vision she runs To the forest, Black Mother "Here let all they who so ache Worship in my sweet mist" Only the delicate moon do cry Sad girl sit and lick your bloody dress. susannah@tormentor.clara.net ----------------------------------------------------------------------- . 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 . We're all happy bunnies humming happy bunny tunes. Aren't we? -----------------------------------------------------------------------