stained_red fyn gula Those were days he felt empty, but it was that he poured himself out. and the day she filled him up like a glass of wine, he poured over like his glass was inadequate, and the earth was stained red, not from wine, but blood because he had discovered an arrow in his heart. vision became clouded, breath fell short. he was dying, but never felt so alive. people came up to him and saw him lying there, yet not a soul lifted a finger to help him in his misery because he had the appearance of being asleep and forsaken. so they left him alone for they knew him to be a tired one, ever in need of sleep. 000203 ... startfires one more secret lover that i shot dead 001003 ... moonshine Arguments of perfection desolate rivulets of poison infections Of ceaseless scarlets hearts who refuse to beat. 001004 ... nah....! "...got a little red line that tells you, boy where the razor's been..." --Tori Amos 011113 ... unhinged the band-aid he left on the corner of my desk after we where done being platonic with each other 011114 ... mon lips with kisses beat of my heart 030824 what's it to you? who go blather from