dust_tea_tray_all mon i am laughing hysterically i can't stop weeping i'm screaming at the top of my lungs loaded with all i can keep and the wind collects my dusty trail as i sail off into darkness 030921 ... shadow le crowl i am the sun drinking the sea, laughing at how salty she tastes. 030921 ... this should be rillian "dust tea tray'all!" he said. he followed it by blowing on a party favour at his sister's fifteenth birthday. he brought in the tray, pausing to watch a pair of siamese cats mating. there were four cups for the four young girls that were celebrating emily's birthday. inside the cups were bits of dust that was collected from the residue of their experiences, that which we leave behind in others lives. and so, they will drink it with hot water and it will serve them to remember. memories are films. they are the cinema of the soul 031008 what's it to you? who go blather from