If the radiant birds of this tooth decay could fly to any greater height, we may have some resentment for the world outside your soul. The sleeping bags and paper mills and lions in our midst attacking lambs and peppermints to freshen up this breath. Don't be alarmed if I act unimpressed on your every mastered step, my teeth are rotting, and I forget that you have no need for dentures. Sometimes bears will criticize or hostilly condemn the practices that you've conceived to keep yourself alive. Sunshine malts and liquor laws, a ruined tale of love, a lion roars, a sheep escapes: this cage will never close. -- -e. _______________________________________________ Five7Five mailing list [EMAIL PROTECTED] http://www.pairlist.net/mailman/listinfo/five7five
