canned sarpedon Capsuled, and frozen While breathing oxygen through A thin lifeline Precarious lifestyle and existence Slipping words in the late night Unable to sleep, where dreams Are phantoms that don't exist Torment me, in their lack of Presence, and meaning Quiet questioning of direction While all the while feigning Life will flow on through Whatever obstacles may come That I might meet another stream And join together someday, while Learning to love 020318 ... spooky fish tuna free dolphin 020318 ... pilgrim is what I'll be once the powers that be discover how much of the time they have bought out of my short existance is spent hijacking their machinery to blather away so unproductivlly. 020318 ... lulie oh yea, peaking just over your shoulder, maybe checking your history when you are not there. are pink slips pink? shhhhhh..... i think they're listening, too. 020318 what's it to you? who go blather from