eventually misstree someday maybe soon this will end, the illusion of bliss will fade into sleepless nights and angsty poetry, aimlessly twisting a knife that i know i can't wrench out. eventually, this will all sour, and the vague unease i'm feeling now will tell me, "i told you so. now come to momma and we'll get some rest." 010423 ... crOwl perhaps comfort could never be better expressed. 040211 ... monee the earth will turn our bones and ashes into birds 041202 ... once again And after you have checked all four of your e-mail addresses. And posted in all five of your blogs, and read all twelve of your friends blogs and visted each of their web pages... and after surfing through hundreds of blather pages without thiinking of a single thing that needs to be said, or should be said, or even somethng that you could say just to say you said something... eventually you give up. we all get tired. I mean eventaully, there is nothing left to do but sleep. 050115 ... nom something 070111 what's it to you? who go blather from