butterflies_and_moths girl_jane I don't even attempt to read my homework- my thoughts and confusions of you are much too much for that and I'm chewing on my sleeve to make my stomach feel better I don't know if you give me butterflies or moths 09/19/02 020924 ... ever dumbening again the threads we follow. tonight, i went to deliver some jackets and other warm clothes to my friend lyndsey. she volunteers her time every saturday passing out food to the homeless. i met her this evening at a house where she was participating in a bible study. the group was well into its proceedings, so the only free mind was that of the incredibly precocious noah, a boy of maybe eight or nine, with curly mouse-brown hair, large active eyes, and a cleft-lip scar. he was surfing the web looking at images of butterflies. with them on the screen in front of him and on the table behind him and printed on paper beside him, i just figured he had a school project due tomorrow. lyndsey suggested that he show me his collection. i imagined a case of eight or ten specimens. after his young muscles succeeded against the strain of moving a large strange white leather chair—which chair i wouldn't be surprised came from the set of some futuristic movie made in the sixties—from behind a door, i entered a darkened room. young noah reached down, flicking a light switch to reveal a large wall of lined up cases, all individually lighted, all filled with moths and butterflies individually housed in acrylic boxes. "my father and i caught all of these." he told me names and locations and details. his knowledge and passion were vast. he apologized for having taken my time. i told him not to apologize, that it was my pleasure. and i thought to myself he should never hide or be ashamed to be the owner of a heart so ripe with wonder. scattered about on the porch outside were endless butterflies and moths that noah had drawn with elaborate detail and color. dreams run wild in this boy; look as the world spreads before him. 070131 ... gja from dust they came as dust they remain and they cant fly if it starts to rain 070201 ... ever mdashening hey, why did my m-dashes get fucked up in that last one? shite. replace question marks with m-dashes. piece of shit compaq 070208 what's it to you? who go blather from