some_catch_flies kristin hersh when he stares, it's like he's splitting hairs i'm a wreck when he's here, i swear fill a glass up with shiny tacks i'm feeling sharp, i am numb and when he drools, it's like he's spitting jewels i'm alone when he's here, i am clean some catch flies, some kill them till they die i just stare i do love you 981225 ... keith when, ships sail they float, when dreams float they sail, when i dream i float, 990622 ... tourist I could never get the team spirit. Standing alone out there in right feild, watching ants, gazing at clouds. Praying the ball would go away, not giving a damn about the score. I loved the outdoors, but hated sports. Never could see what everybody got so excited about. Went to the pep rallies because we were required to, and it got me out of the last period class early, and it was a chance to see some cheerleaders panties. But I Never attended a single high school game, and don't think I missed a thing. I remember standing out in right feild daydreaming when the ball came sailing out my way, stuck my hand out and missed it by a yard, troted over picked it up and threw it to the wrong base, my whole team cursing at me. The coach made me take a couple of laps. Didn't bother me a bit, at least I didn't have to pretend like I was interested in winning or losing. 001113 what's it to you? who go blather from