cease jennifer please.... please don't I can't handle what you are going to say 991225 ... me -> typhoid i met death by the seashore. (image, if you can picture it, stintson beach, misty day, cold hard wind sounds of cars on highway in the distance. no birds) i stood smiling, saying, not yet, dammit, in fact, never. you are just a gimmick, a trap, a farse. i dont need your damn waste. Her lips were red, her looks were free, Her locks were yellow as gold: Her skin was as white as leprosy, The Night-Mare LIFE-IN-DEATH was she, Who thicks man's blood with cold. she gave a throaty laugh. i giggled. what, you don't believe me, then? i must show you then. i will outlast you. i'll teach you to dance. 991226 ... birdmad and desist to exist to give a damn 000501 what's it to you? who go blather from