lung sabbie thinly stretched desperatly fighting harshly rasping and rattling such delicate tissue they whisper to me, in the night, while i'm lying on them. that shit you're hacking up? that's scar tissue you bastard my only scars that are cheese yellow, phlegm fondue scar tissue that i wish you saw... i saw i smelt i didn't want to do this anymore. i saw you buying your wine at the door and i thought about my mate 'gel and wonder what she ever saw in that and why she is persueing it once again 031129 ... ever dumbening "they whisper to me, in the night, while i'm lying on them." nice 031129 what's it to you? who go blather from