You're such a blenderful of feathers! Let's tell stories all night: you'll turn me pliably delighted. Its all warm flannel, and the cries of birds; imagine for me, that I can speak to you in Welsh, and fly. It's late. I'll sleep. I might dream your fairy tales. Maybe I am still doing this, in some woolly room, with moonlit crosses sweeping angular across the mountains of featherbed. Breathing cool air. Fluttering. I will fly over the sea for you. Dive into dreams, sweep across me rough with your feathers, your fairy tales, with everything you know. _____
Tay Arrow Sherman "Wickedness is a myth invented by good people to account for the curious attractiveness of others." -Oscar Wilde 1KRT: http://www.one38.org/ 1(617)983-8137 AIM: Adopted Clownfish _______________________________________________ Five7Five mailing list [EMAIL PROTECTED] http://www.pairlist.net/mailman/listinfo/five7five
