According to my handwriting, I am not fickle. I am as determined as a begonia is translucent.
It is for this reason that I'm cutting plaques to hang your stuffed head, sleepy, in my study where I write. I'll put cuffs on you like blossoms, mud your fingernails to show your hard work, but for the rest of your life, in a dry mouth, in lamplight, through starry windows, for us all, you'll carry a false tongue. Finally. _______________________________________________ Five7Five mailing list [EMAIL PROTECTED] http://www.pairlist.net/mailman/listinfo/five7five
