lessons_from_my_heartbeat Death of a Rose Aren't meant for others to interpret. 040804 ... uow don't jump don't fall 040804 ... uow don't run into a wall 040804 ... Syrope there's not a lot of difference between terror and exuberance. both make time go by a little faster. slow_and_steady wins the race 040804 ... Death of a Rose I tried to study and retain the constructed passages you had delivered to my door, a xanadu behind her lips. Nibbling and soft utterances, I learned my heartbeat is a revolving door, full of the comings and goings of strangers living their lives; as I peruse the daily transgressions of barely remembered lessons. 040817 ... pete we are all just desperados 040817 ... laced everything has it's natural rhythm, it's internal tick tock of God pounding it's insides. Sometimes they clash and the walls crumble around us, sometimes they are meant for each other and nothing is unbeautiful forever 040817 what's it to you? who go blather from