This is a poem that my freind wrote, i think it is nice, but a bit sad, kinda like b+s. Think- Literally. Silent voices whisper to me As I lay on my bed. Their invisible arms reach out to me And touch me as only they can. There is no anger or hatred or love Just an emptiness of nothing. Their fingers slowly wrap around My bony little wrists. I feel them finally envelop me Like a wave across my mind I know you are holding a thought of me Your thoughts are my silent binds. Is anyone at Loughborough? If so please email me! I am reading catch 22 at the moment, and although i am not gay, i do quite like Yossarian. He just kicks major league ass! Geof __________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? Talk to your friends online with Yahoo! Messenger. http://im.yahoo.com +----------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the undead Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail "sinister@missprint.org". To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to "majordomo@missprint.org". WWW: http://www.missprint.org/sinister +-+ "legion of bedroom saddo devotees" "tech-heads and students" +-+ +-+ "the cardie wearing biscuit nibbling belle & sebastian list" +-+ +-+ "sinsietr is a bit freaky" - stuart david, looper +-+ +----------------------------------------------------------------------+