hall maruku i will not sleep on the flor of the hall, even though i am the one to do it. i won't go that far. 000719 ... Deomis so forlone and alone arches reaching to the sky pilars pilled up so high the white marble tiles are cold benath the moonlight and your soft smooth skin is nearly as white and twice as cold and your bones grow old and your limbs become weary until you take away the pain of life and stain the marble floor 040923 ... Red Oh happy dagger! This is thy sheath; there rust, and let me die. . 040927 what's it to you? who go blather from