back_from_the_brink DannyH No longer in contact with the earth. Darkness leads the way back to the cave. So much junk, so many broken, mutilated, half abandoned mannequins. A simple lack of thought. Not much more than this down here in the wordless dank. Some unstoppable chain reaction, some bastard catalsyt is needed to sweep up this trash and whip it into a home for monsters. A shiver runs down my spine. It's cold. And dark here at the bottom of my mind. Somebody light a fire for God's sake. 070219 ... dipsy whats up? ? something wrong? 070219 ... DannyH It's hard to tell. 070220 ... Danjul its hard to say... when you can just about hold onto the words yourself? 070221 ... sab welcome back from the brink mr h. we have guides here for your convenience, those who have been there before. consider them your sherpas in the darkness, your airhostesses from the cliff. can i interest you in tea or coffee? 070221 ... birdmad i must confess that i can no longer tell if i love it or hate it there i am bored in relative safety other than my apartment sprining a bunch of leaks, i almost hunger now for a good catastrophe 070221 ... sab be careful what you wish for... bikkie? 070221 ... In_Bloom They said not to stand at the edge or peer into the Abyss It will see you and send a messenger to beckon you away Yes, it sure did and I went with him into the heart of Chaos The fire was as intense as he'd promised but I did a good turn A little singed but still able The messenger delivered me safely back 080810 ... Lia The messenger always does. Always, at that last, most merciless moment, when you feel as if your last breath has exhausted its most urgent, life-surrendering hope. crazy, the way faith show us its way, even beyond us. 080810 what's it to you? who go blather from