heard bijou you were coming back around. coming back. 031117 ... lotuseater like some exotic drug that is only available to select few during select times of the year. 031117 ... Fido What was that? ! I cry at last A fear it was not the cat. Noises bugeled through the halls Painting pictures with windy calls Howling through my house at will Whistling something awful shrill What was that?! I called again at last A fear it was not a dropping hat. I heard not wings a'flapping I heard not grandpa soundly napping I heard not mother brother beating I heard not sister loudly laughing. What was that?! I cried at last. It was still. The sound had past. 040327 ... silentbob "And they met when they were young..." 040328 ... inconnue "...you playing yesterday...you're getting quite good..." really? thanks! they are old strings. 040411 ... raze the dissonant plucking of strings. a single strum that formed a chord without a name. and i can't for the life of me work out which guitar on this floor might have made such a sound, or whose hand to blame for forcing such cruel recriminations from its toothless mouth. 221218 what's it to you? who go blather from