jacob Jenna was a friend I lost to religion. I dicovered I am Wiccan and he joined up with the Mormons the same time. We always said it would never change us, that we could remain as close as ever. Now when I see him I am talking to a distant relative. There is comradery because of similar backgrounds, but mostly we tread lightly on subjects hoping not to offend and push away. I do not miss him, strangely enough. I only fear that my present-day friends will one day become my distant relatives. 011011 ... eeewwww warts 030324 ... girl i will always love that boy 060515 ... her royal highness the quirk i feel weird around you. 060516 ... jordie had sex with me even though he knew he had syphilis! and he didn't tell me! fucker. 060517 ... zanna is a good solid name. i know a boy by this name and i believe him to be the most caring person in the world. 070830 ... In_Bloom TIGER, tiger, burning bright In the forests of the night, What immortal hand or eye Could frame thy fearful symmetry? In what distant deeps or skies Burnt the fire of thine eyes? On what wings dare he aspire? What the hand dare seize the fire? And what shoulder and what art Could twist the sinews of thy heart? And when thy heart began to beat, What dread hand and what dread feet? What the hammer? what the chain? In what furnace was thy brain? What the anvil? What dread grasp Dare its deadly terrors clasp? When the stars threw down their spears, And water'd heaven with their tears, Did He smile His work to see? Did He who made the lamb make thee? Tiger, tiger, burning bright In the forests of the night, What immortal hand or eye Dare frame thy fearful symmetry? *William Blake 090903 what's it to you? who go blather from