kiss_the_face_of_death Rhin I did, 5 hours ago. ...out of town, working on a long drive home. Just me, my Jeep, and I, whipping through the snowy night, down one of the most dangerous (curvy & very hilly), narrow highways in our county. I was pre-occupied with handling a bottle of carrot-orange juice in one hand, and scanning through to my favorite song, on a Skynard c.d., with the other. Then, I changed my mind, and beginning flipping through my c.d. binder, searching for Hell Freezes Over, as I thought this more appropriate, what with the weather and all. All the while, my Jeep is creeping closer to the snowy edge of the road...Suddenly, I was barrelling down an embankment, toward a creek I think? It was so dark, and the road was void of any travelers this late at night. I finally got my big baby under control, and stopped her in time. I sat there for a few minutes, catching my breath, and just staring at the creek, or whatever the blackness was ahead of me, in my path. When I finally felt my pulse rate begin to lower, my first thought, was that I could freeze. My second thought, was &%$#, I'm not even packing my 38! What if some psychotic farmer, liquored up on enough Kentucky Moonshine to be dangerously vile, stops by to help me? #1, I was alive. #2, *%^$ that! I threw the Jeep into 4-wheel drive, and dared it not to respond. After a few threats of arsen, to the vehicle, it stopped jerking around, and took off up the hill. I hit the highway, like a bat out of hell, screaming "Kiss My Ass", and finished the journey home, on the wings of the Eagles! 001203 ... Rhin Skynyrd that is...sorry. 001203 ... Barrett if he was still awake but he is so what of "Where eagles dare" I ain't no God damn son of a bitch. 001203 ... ? oops, ...it 001203 ... Snakeyes The Drive I hate it, the drive. Aiming a car between lines Up and down the back of a rearing serpent. Trucks crush in; they target my bumper. White knuckled drivers race tunnel-eyed forward. They turn without looking, and curse when I beep. Cold grips my back as I wheel with the snake. This curve, then that -- I shiver with fright. Will the steer slip away from my hands tonight? I fight with the sun, I rage at the snow Always I'm warring the gods of the road Fear is my blinder, music my shelter Each synapse can't take any more of this terror. I stay in the middle; it's safer right here. I can veer left or right, should my killer come near. But the wheels leave me quaking, when they cross the white line "They'll kill me, THEY'LL KILL ME, no...straying...I'm fine." And then, the trip's over, I spot the green square. I concentrate harder, must move over there. My eyes whirl around. Is it safe? Will I die? And slowly change veins in that mad cobra-Khai. 001203 ... rhonda shay i have a dream about death someone kiss me and say good-by but i miss that person will come back to see me i gream about the death all the time 001204 ... sabbie and i sank down into despair and i didnt get out of bed for days and i heard out my window university life going on around me and noone had noticed that for days i hadnt come out of my room and i sank further down and i thought about it and i seriously contemplated it and i looked up from where my gaze had fallen (the rugs and my belly) and glanced at the table near the door and saw death sitting on top of an essay perched uncomfortably and rather wobbly on an open text book and she gave me a smile and i crawled out of bed and over to her table i rose up on my knees in front of her and kissed her first on her forhead (which tasted a little dusty) then on the tip of her nose (which tasted like the memoiries of roses) and then on her lips (which tasted like eternity and a little like a star) and i went outside to play. 001204 what's it to you? who go blather from