And then came buckets of glorious rain...

Breathe. (Mid-term season too slowly passes... "Up ahead in the distance I saw a shimmering light. My head grew heavy and my sight grew dim, I had to stop for the night." You know how it is.)

On my way out--on my way out, of course. (My dog is looking at me like her heart is broken, but whenever i look at her she looks away. It's tragic and I'm stalling.)

There're lots of things to say--but not to you, I think, and not tonight. (Whatever, I'm gonna go make a damn pot, and walk by the boats while I'm at it.)

Since when is obscenity determined by intent? "We make merry in the gutter where rats like us belong...lalalalalala!" ('Tis Ms. Noe Venable.)

Faretheewell folk,
-Talthea (11/2/06)

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