cherry_smoke fyn gula You see the beauty and it strikes a chord in you, some hidden melody that urges you to sing. a song no one is meant to hear but your music can't go unnoticed. you have a capacity and you seek to develop it and when you ask me if the flowering tree at the Allegheny Cemetary is a weeping cherry, i hear the rhythm of your individual efforts. your life is a musical and the whole world is watching. do we go home and hear them playing inside? i told you there would be rings around the bark and you remember the days when cherry smoke made the best jerky. i could see you tasting it in your memory just as frances mayes was urging me to do in bella tuscany. 000408 ... retrograde the lamp reflected light like a shiny mirror. suddenly the lamp started tremble and shake, tremble and shake. out of the spout poured a fragrant pink smoke, that smelled of cherry orchards. the lamp grew hot. from the smoke a figure began to appear. Slowly, but you could make out the shape of a man, arms crossed over his chest. "what is your wish", he said, which hardly sounded like a question and more like a statement. it all goes by so quickly and when he leaves your life is neither better nor worse. funny how it goes that way. 000705 ... User24 cherry tobacco stinks.. eugh. 031010 what's it to you? who go blather from