hollow_be_they_name Death of a Rose in such reverberations it drives the daylight to excess. holding you up until the uneasy strums of my heartbeat slow. localities shifted with each glance, each embrace, each year, failing a troubled test of character, stealing every thing with photographs and procedures, each midnight wandering in your grave yard, each thought a sea in which to drown, each compliment forgotten, hinged at the point of refraction. 050928 ... Moron they=thy . 050928 ... stork daddy damn...that title be hella poetic. 050928 ... oldephebe yeah. Seeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeet!!! it's pretty sweet doar. Can a nihilist approach the realm of quixotic rapture? I think so. There's some pretty inspiring nihilistic russian poetry out there. i forget the guys name though. ... 050928 ... death of a rose thanks you two *blushes and mascara's* 050928 what's it to you? who go blather from