be still, and notice the times when the softness is all around you, and releases your puttied, aching feet from the clammy, clenching ground.
just breathe, one stream-line, bee-line breath. let it carry away the pulsing machines, the dings and whirrs of basket stardom, the bellowing of survival. it will flow past the tension of vodka cups meeting; of the empty, the gritty, the wise. and your eyes are oxygen, wet drops glisten, from the storming of landlocked hives. bronnie _______________________________________________ Five7Five mailing list [EMAIL PROTECTED] http://www.pairlist.net/mailman/listinfo/five7five
