behind_the_wall________music fyn gula so he tried to jump, to clear the wall he had constructed, and with a frustration he never knew possible found he was too short, too weak, not able to reach the top, even though he possessed the energy of a passionate man. in his failure, he discovered she had scaled her wall and when he desperately peered through the hole, he was eye to eye, a window to his sudden freedom, and that same place he wanted to go was now closer and more familiar. the voice was now music played on a child's piano, a song he could sing from memory and they sang it together, an accidental harmony that would make anyone stop and listen, wishing such wonderous strains could come from the origins of their desire. and as they continued, the walls fell down, but they did not stop singing, they created verse to the words that came to them, that they made up, read, or found. when days passed and time separated them, it was no longer the music that united their distance or filled in the hollowness of their vacancy. although they could still hum the memory and mouth the lyrics, the song had become life. 010304 ... chiken fyn gula ur shit u dont kno how too write for 1! and your stupid lol! 031029 ... deadpool chiken, that has to be the most ironically stupid thing i think i've ever seen anybody say in a while. talk about not knowing how to write. jesus, that's funny. 031029 what's it to you? who go blather from