he_was_something fyn gula People looked at him with envy, but he never made eye contact. they spoke highly of his attributes, but he played the music far too loud. they wrote volumes about his kindness, but he said he never read books, he waited for the films to be made. So, he was something, but believed the opposite. who do you hear when you don't listen? what do you see when you aren't looking? what do you feel when you don't reach out? 000203 ... lost i guess i do the same too. people try and tell me that i am good looking or smart or whatever and i just tell them that they are either high or have bad taste. but then again they could be high or have bad taste, or they could be high and have bad taste. 010730 ... god i wish i were high. 010730 ... lost yeah me too god. me too. 010801 ... Fire&Roses ELSE... Something in his eyes, maybe the way he smiled. Something about the silly jokes he told. Something in his kindness, something in his laughter. His voice or his touch... just SOMETHING I needed. 011004 ... june as the saying goes, "One shot, one kill," a word like a bomb or chemical warfare easily can clear a room maybe even a city. later gator 040121 what's it to you? who go blather from