i'm_entering_never p.m. dawn as intense as it is it can only crawl... i see my mind, it's still descending, at least for now I'm controlling its fall... ok, hold it. why the big smiles? it scrambles warnings and signals touch... consider the passion for a thousand miles, when the shady strides become a bit too much... 030218 ... . . 050113 what's it to you? who go blather from