ribs silentbob like skin stretched on a canvas, like a drum, with a bony interior and a fleshy sweaty drippy lovely exterior that i can kiss the breasts as they arc out and rest on my chest and when we breathe we breathe together. 040306 ... PeeT that's what i mean. 120716 ... Bizzar when your bones are broken, the scars of the fissures are stronger than the previously intact bone. tell that to my ribs, and the dust that their cracks have shed. my ribs are just a rusty cage, giving my heart some semblance of shelter, the illusion of safety, something to pound against. 220308 what's it to you? who go blather from