r_i_c_h_o_c_h_e_t fyn gula when there is silence, i want there to be words, and when there are words, i want you to read what i have written. but it's a personal thing and i bang my head against the cage i have put myself into and you touch my fingers through the bars as if that is enough. will i have to wander this world alone? i look back at my life, a hole i've dug. stop, before you f a l l i n . it's just another story i've told before. if i'm going to lose you, i will. but when i open my eyes from this nightmare of metal against bone, i find i am in your arms and you are drying my sweat with a 1ooo kisses. 010603 ... florescent light this is a good one- --ricochet-- I spoke with a cute cab driver who told me he was in Vietnam btwn the ages of 17- 19. One day he was sitting outside a coffee shop enjoying his breakfast when the enemy confiscated the place. People went haywire. One man hid behind a tree, another- under a jeep. the enemy saw the man behind the tree, aimed and shot. The bullet ricocheted off the tree and hit the guy hiding underneath the jeep. My friend, the cab driver, didn't move from his seat and walked out alive. 010604 ... Nikitas brother max but she told me she secretly worships cc she doesn't want me to tell it's a secret because he's probably gay and would never like her 040321 ... sab and the rage and the anger richochets around bouncing randomly off everything that is in visual range and a whole bunch of things that arn't 040321 ... Jenny magic so tragic 060121 what's it to you? who go blather from