THIS POEM IS FULL OF ANGST. THE ANGST IS ARTIFICIAL, AS IS THE POEM.
trapped inside himself, incapable of empathizing all the plots and strategems of the valiant ensures perfect blandness, unsullied by all the members of the body; men expect women to adore what men shrink from in horror O the fine saying! Being empty, not being a complete, separate being, the feet do walk and bear up the whole bulk of the corporal mass equating non-cooperation and solitariness with individuality. none is exempted from labour, each operates apart, The `hippy' babbles on about individuality Life consisteth in blood, blood is the seat of the soul no one as the right to life at someone else's expense. Get 250 color business cards for FREE! http://businesscards.lycos.com/vp/fastpath/ _______________________________________________ Five7Five mailing list [EMAIL PROTECTED] http://www.pairlist.net/mailman/listinfo/five7five
