note_found_at_the_secret_hiding_place larla maybe if we build our dreams and then continually disillusion ourselves based on what we see in the world around us, we will get the most out of both the world and what we have to offer it. and maybe our visions will grow strong and converge. if we can nurse our need for oblivion correctly. of course assuming the world needs improvement. maybe someone should tell him all about the wonderfullest confidence of beauty he possessed, or his marvellous desire to paint the new colours of the sky. whoops! ahem. she thought she did the right thing by thwarting what seemed to her a growing confusion. she couldn't handle much more confusion herself. but previously they had gotten to talking. he went straight to the heart of it all. dive-bomb. she listened intently, like she's sort of prone to doing. what he said puzzled her, or hit her, or touched her nicely. they were like keys and some worked when she tried them, and others aren't working yet. they were wonderful gifts to get from a stranger. and it was strange that way. i want to give them back to you. they're yours. thank you for loaning them to me, i enjoyed them. i can remember. innocence.past.hope.link (take 'em!) and the last thing is, i wasn't playing the game. but you'll never know where on that line between dream and reality the truth lies. this relationship was brought to you by the internet. 000512 ... pipedream 'that was a good book, wasn't it?' 030424 ... farmfish "i so enjoyed fucking you last night, jamie, and hearing you moan. 030424 ... . . 040213 ... madness complete and utter insanity 040508 what's it to you? who go blather from