wcw Death of a Rose are you on? are you off? are you between? are you without? darkness lightnened? . 031227 ... whitechocolatewalrus i am walrus i am bright i am dark i am vascillating between day and night i am and you are but me are me and you is you 031227 ... Death of a Rose you are here, but not as want, giving slighty, slipping upon the stained crevasses, growth is yours, to his stead, mark it with ribbons, justice is where those with steady feet, braking in instance, pushing forth, stance i meet. 031227 ... whitechocolatewalrus and easy to great these bubbles of faith and dustings of hope flutter just beyond my reach plaster what you think others would want (that smile) upon your face only they don't seem to mind when your deep in thought will leave you alone to ponder and plan how to catch these balloon like figures everything is always just out of reach . 031227 ... walrus [great should be greet] 031227 ... Death of a Rose so a gathering i will confront, brandish our hidden intent, burn the grasses as our mark, forget all else. 031227 ... Death of a Rose delving deeply, butressed against the hordes of dark, sharpened spikes upon your trail, scents lingering, shoulders frail, breath as ragged, unadorned, leaning heavily in this dawn. 031227 ... whitechocolatewalrus forgetting the day i fell into oblivion forgetting the time i forgot to breathe and almost faded to black forgetting me and forgetting you all these memories are of no use. 031227 ... Death of a Rose i scent the unheard of heralds, hoisting the cry of wars pleasure, widows and orphans made, whispers of ashes are all that they clutch to. but as you say, ashes are but part of the chain, tranforming dust into life, mist infilled, dragons throat, heat inferred. . 031227 ... whitechocolatewalrus the air's scent i smell upon your body i weep fresh tears and scream before the night life washed away with a gentle breeze i could not ask for comfort i could not ask for help i could not ask these ashes flutter returning to haunt me reminding me of your soul bubbles choked on could not interfere spikes on this pathless journey could be detrimental beware of your route warning_warning_warning, oxygen is harmful. 040125 ... Death of a Rose watchful over the broken hills he watched, scanning for signs of movement, breezes tossing his hair in a punk rock beat. voracious his appetite had become, not quite sated whenever the kill had come under the sun drenched grasses, unquenchable, a burning need to sate this cornered demon. standing up, he roared at the fading light, tense muscles ready to spring into a heart pounding sprint. there was movement, springing at once in that direction. slowing in confusion as the scent was unfamiliar, stopping to catalogue this strange intruding smell. a sharp crack and the pain was intense in his chest. in the haze of his greying eyes did he turn to gaze at the creature holding a smoking stick, but smelling of jasmine. last thoughts were intense and confused. 040215 ... whitechocolatewalrus she watched as he struggled for life a last regret a last longing suprized success danced upon her face as he toppled down the universe hardening her heart he had become a rock forever one with the mountainside. 040215 ... Doar emotionless is an alien caress, slipping the tongue over rough edged teeth, bastion of last recoubt, curved and sliding along my thoughts, wetness upon my hands, weeping with eyes closed. struggle to find another rock, from among the thousands presented, in the calvalcade of stampeding thunder. 040226 ... BSC "redoubt" 040226 ... pipers most enchanted bravo, mi amores! 040227 ... whitechocolatewalrus sky flashes viscious anger communicated and danger imminating remorseful cloud tears falling splattering against nature my feet gripping frantically upon the tilting world pounding down step left step right faster faster the cave is just in sight 040228 ... Death of a Rose a calmness awaits inside the storm, where the sky is clear as a newly polished window, numbness can leave a dear john letter, renewed vigour and vitality, traps sprung and dismantled, close the eyes and lift your arms in joy, proclaim that the underworld is not to have you yet. 040228 ... whitechocolatewalrus calmness as a castle, beauty sitting upon her throne, deciding who stays inside the shimmery shining world and who goes, pushed upon ominous stairs downward leading approaching many a forboding direction tunnels pathways caves, [pathless] everything unknown. 040309 ... Death of a Rose green vermillion, coloured with white and black, freshly shorn of height, fastidious in the light, making a stone sit apart, rock to the roll baby, tripping along the cloud, pure of motive in release. 040310 ... whitechocolatewalrus still trying to understand how life relates to death still trying to understand how black is nothing and white is everything and grey is what is not 040324 ... Death of a Rose understanding is hard to witness, knowledge is often boarded up, caring is sent to the back of the line, true vision if fined for speeding, honesty has been sold, bravado is more false than honour, mindlessness is gaining ground, greed is becoming universal. 040325 ... whitechocolatewalrus musty attics the pillar of pasts daring to be lost memories fading knowledge traveling back and forth a train on empty tracks old mirrors strange reflections telling truths screaming lies. 040407 ... Lick watching the water fade in the distance, working at carving another post at this corner of belief and relief. a small gratitude for the smallrus, truly a special tree in her own right. 040514 ... whitechocolatewalrus you are a lovely smooth stone sparkling in the dimly lit night all the other pebbles and rocks, sand and sea shells pale in comparison to your stunning exuberance i would swim the sea and fare many a storm to fetch you from dangerous waters to keep you safe and close at heart . 040518 ... stork daddy oh come on, all there really is to say about this is, ric flair was not enough, to keep away the betting on the shortest of fluctuations which turned out to be, the least dependable - sting, goldberg, nash - cheapening a glory which took years, in weeks. 040519 ... The Spork Between Eric Bischoff's overindulgence of the big money contracts he brought in, Jamie Kellner and the rest of AOL-Time Warner's disregard for the product and Vince Russo's nonsense booking, it was sad to see the company fall apart so quickly and even sadder to see Vince McMahon botch the "Invasion" angle so badly after buying them out. 040519 ... minnesota_chris Two of my high school friends wrestled for west coast wrestling. They were the Derringer brothers. Then one of them declared he was gay, and they both decided to do something else. 040519 ... whitechocolatewalrus oh shut up. you all suck. the end. 040519 ... stork daddy i apologize that we blathered on this here blather page that was your personal shrine of beauty. but it really was the first thing that occured to me when i saw wcw. 040519 ... walrie i don't really care, i just felt like being mean. 040519 ... stork daddy oh. well then shut up, you suck. 040520 ... minnesota_chris mmm, I think we have a fake walrie here 040520 ... walrie hey! there is nothing fake about me. i am certain that i am made of real skin and real hair and real eyes and i have a real voice 040520 ... fake walrie I don't have any of those things. 040520 ... Walrie I Am Not I'm afraid I left those at home in my other pair of pants. 040520 ... surrealistic fake walrie My homework ate my dog. 040520 ... Dreaming of Plastic Walrie My homework piddled on the dog. 040520 ... bobble-headed walrie My karma ran over my dogma. 040520 ... real walrie living on the cusp of a scream touch me feel me hear me!!! 040520 ... fake walrie *touch* *feel* I feel dirty. 040520 ... smallrus you've ruined my page. f . 040520 ... walrie i hate fake walrie. 040520 ... fake walrie I hate me, too. 040520 ... Death of a Rose Voices can lift a thousands weights, Expressions can become pivotal in exchanges, Gestures can emphasize ideas and discussion, Movements can bring tears, Harmoney is bringing them all together in coordinated effort. 040618 ... whitechocolatewalrus voices in my head keep me sane and voices in my body keep me fit i am full of things i do not know i am full of things and things are full of me 040721 ... Doar Those small parts of you that suggest caution and prudence, I most ignore them with almost surgical precision. 040722 ... Doh "mostly" 040722 ... walrie i am cautious i am prude therefore i am a surgeon or maybe just a math freak or maybe a pop tart i love toasters red shiny me i am hot ps everyone still sucks oh how i love you all 050925 ... Death of a Rose and in this I am at odds with everything that I taught myself, the distance, the smiles, the ill I bring to your dinner table. when a rock brings death to life, when the instance you envision is called forth from the slumbering, it brings with it a smallrus in thought, a careful smile in her light. Take these scarred hands, as I have no use for them now. Take them and use them in a new way. Use them in a useful manner, meant to bring the opposite of solitude, meant to absolve you of self imagined sins, meant to catch your tears for their own rememberance. 060821 ... walrie i am not the same as i once was i am not the same as i will be but i am still me i can make my own choices i can make my own friends and i can go back on my word which i intend to do i know what you were expecting i know what you were wanting but your methods seem to have upset me even more than i told you they would so you're just going to have to live without your expectations being met because i can't do that for you and i won't do that for you despite what i may or may not have said im not really sorry that's just the way it has to be. 060824 ... Doar Puzzled huh? 060824 ... walrie yeah, its just whats been on my mind lately : ) 060824 ... walrie haha which involves one other than you which reminds me to ask how you've been lately? 060824 ... Death of a Rose I've been doing great smallrus. Ship me an e-mail and I'll tell you all about it. 060824 ... minnesota_chris as we used to sing when we were young... Abber dirt day, to you... abber dirt day, to you... abber dirt day, abber dirt day... abber dirt day, TO YOU! 070801 ... Doar And a hippy freakin birthin day to you! . 070801 ... walrie i like dirt days 070828 ... Doar I am glad for you smallrus. You will have every joy in life. because you can. . 111018 ... Doar Dammit, I miss you. 120112 ... macquaria I saw these letters on a licence plate today and so I'm treating it like the 'random' button here. Hope all is chocolatey where you are. 161005 what's it to you? who go blather from