the sound remains of a bottle or bone who's draining marrow often keeps you
your empty building soon falls apart and is condemned, tear it down replace it with another or remain empty and sound for mice unsatisfied children and death remains, not empty at all uncondemned in its constant comforting decay there is no day... where absence leaves you alone to live through the eyes of memory to see only through the lens of hell what is a river where did we cross and can we go back -michael _______________________________________________ Five7Five mailing list [EMAIL PROTECTED] http://www.pairlist.net/mailman/listinfo/five7five
