freudian_slipknot Jeffrey the Poet As I tiptoe through the ruins of our house I find The plate you didn't smash The shirt you didn't tear The hamster that the vet might save The dollar that you left me The corner of our bed you didn't piss on And I smile to know You left these things for me Because you love me. 010729 ... megan caught in a tangle caught in the midst of all things that seem to be inevitable, yet really aren't i seem to be stuck within a realm of things left unsaid and memories meant to mean something more something much more than all this 040925 what's it to you? who go blather from