Funny how the tables are constantly turning. You turn on the lights to find someone has smashed your eggs all over the kitchen floor while you were sleeping. Or was it me? In a blind rage, filling the shoes I swore I would never dance in.
You see their faces and you look away. Time seperates you from events in tidy little compartments. Or not so tidy. Fluttering around the house like a startled bird, light as a feather.
You glance up from your life to observe the gore around you.
You see their faces and you look away. Time seperates you from events in tidy little compartments. Or not so tidy. Fluttering around the house like a startled bird, light as a feather.
You glance up from your life to observe the gore around you.
my time is short around these parts
im not gunna re-up next month
im working into the whole friendster thing.....for whatever thats worth
right now, its 2:44 am.....i half geeked
gunna drive to madras in a bit......maybe
gotta race tommorrow
might just wonder eastern oregon for a day or two after that
come june im ghost
come to friendster
steviesunday@earthlink.net
friendster is steve with that address