devoid_of_pretension_or_artifice fyn gula when the time came, we'd step from the frame of the hopper painting that was our lives. "fearless," she whispered, and it would be the way she smiled, one quick flash of perfect teeth and uplifted eyebrow that gave the term its stigmatizing power. i loved her spontaneity, devoid of pretension or artifice. i lived in the world she imagined, the plasticene man she formed with her fingers, setting the arms in a raised position and the legs running. a gift i could not refuse, something coherent and extraordinarily pleasing. we simply filled the '73 orange vw bus with remnants of the santa clara apartment and took off, heading east into time and changing fortunes, broken white lines, a landscape appearing in groping, concillatory shapes, nothing certain, but out of it emerged an inherent vitality, like the ontogeny of a tree, though the end result bore little resemblance to the seed, planted when we fell hard, in love. 020211 ... me one of our kittiies. jrt ms,r od shhu. smf dkr od brtu derry. niy djr dyp,[rd ejrmrbrt djr es;ld/ oyd wioryr viyr 020211 ... Mateo Maybe you don´t want to be a wife, it´s not a life being a wife. 020211 ... unhinged and then i scare them all away so i bite my tongue and paint my face still and silent anger and tears corroding but most people choose to turn the other cheek to the black that shows through 050121 ... z no one. 051007 ... oldephebe not me but i try really hard ... 051007 ... oldephebe but if I can paraphrase Prof. Harold Bloom--I AM overtly affected by my own pathos. 051021 ... andru235 ooh...i like that, OE 051021 ... andru235 i, for one, am certainly NOT devoid of pretension or artifice, but i like to pretend that i am, as a facade. 8I 051021 what's it to you? who go blather from