chisel Billia through the walls we divide ourselves with 020323 ... celestias shadow i'm chipping away at the walls peeling the paint the color of your eyes from the red-brick fireplace blackened on the inside dark from the smoke of winter fires passed under blankets huddled in front of the tv waiting for the lights to go out like they always did back then 031025 ... person oh, you can chisel me any day. *winks* 040708 what's it to you? who go blather from