glazed Dan Moyer The TV's on, but no one is home. it was a lost cause to stay, so my mind went away. I could tell you the truth, but to tell the truth, I'm a liar. Every day we sit through when we should have been running water is a luxury we can't afford like violence we can't avoid the pot holes grazing my eyes bounce my car on to false slavery brought down. well... never would be my final answer if I could see the front and back, but my face is pressed to the ground far away from either, or maybe neither. 050111 what's it to you? who go blather from