landscape whirligirl we know what we want, we cannot have what we want, we cannot will to what we want, we hope that the new situation will come and we make do with what we have. on the farmer's fields, on the broad flat plains. 000725 ... sphinxradio sometimes i just enjoy the beauty of a barren scene and the way light reflects across it. landscape of light. ooh. that could be someone else's poem. 020403 ... Casey like a swamp or a wasteland, they're good 020403 ... nomme i don't know what i was thinking brush 031124 ... nom the sky ran off the stage frightened by the jumping cow 031124 ... jane thoughtscape escape 031124 ... Death of a Rose this is dangerous, too shell shocked to create coherent thought meant for drum beats in the thumping of the ramparts escape into madness slide along this sequential barrier watching the bullshit fly along the corridor of my own disbelief everything in nothing anything in something reduction of meeting another dangerous situation 050628 ... ferna I love the landscape of my body. The way my stomach softly curves. I feel soft and yielding, firm and strong. I wish my body were ten times larger, so my body could be a plain, rolling and elastic. Touch me. I will yield and spring back. Feel the fine fur on my stomach, the grains of dark hair where my thigh meets my cunt. The cords of muscle in my back. 070309 what's it to you? who go blather from