these_things_i_choose_to_think sab pallid_landscapes_of_my_own for the thinest boy i ever met who made his own way, despite being deadly ill for all the years i knew him who was skeletal some days, but intense who had passion and joy who had talent and love in abundance and my perpetual image is of him on stage shivering and wrapped in a blanket with one corner dragging on the floor gone_but_not_forgotten nothing_is_ever_final everything_changes energy does not stop it merely changes form. see you some how else one day babe 050802 what's it to you? who go blather from