Fingers were treebarked, hungry for flat grey sky. They will offer their sap to the sun. The sun only forgets what it eats. _____
Tay Arrow Sherman. (There's no way to talk about it, when it's like that. But I won't bother responding anymore, because I can't just suck it up, without a blatant insult or a pardon, either way. I already know I'm not important, it's not necessary to make it that obvious. I'll just be gone after this. It's all I can do.) _______________________________________________ Five7Five mailing list [EMAIL PROTECTED] http://www.pairlist.net/mailman/listinfo/five7five
