yes i am yellow at the thought of betrayal white at the thought of a pain you feel as i stab emptily at your flowing tears. yes i pale at the click on the phone as my pulse quickens when i discover the click was exactly what i feared. And how how are these reconcilled? my pallor and your well-being? How. the morning after and i am ashamed and overflowing with a remorse that comes too late. the phone rings again and i am terrified. ---------------------------------------- muffins and coffee will never be enough. I know. Religion and mythology are stories our ancestors made up to explain the things they could not make sense of. [people create ther own causes when the answers to their questions go unanswered] and I I have my own religion and when you say "no" and the phone goes "click" I write my own stories around the pathetic bits I know. This, a funny sort of apologia for my book of revelation. ------------------------------------------ _______________________________________________ Five7Five mailing list [EMAIL PROTECTED] http://www.pairlist.net/mailman/listinfo/five7five
