fun_in_the_first_place raze my support group is mostly dead. for a minute there, i almost didn't exist anymore. you can laugh at me if you want. do what you feel is best. try to make it pretty, if you can. what are you afraid of? you don't desert a sinking ship. the mud is eating the children. watch out for the deep puddles. go around them. i've been telling the same story since day one. it isn't fun anymore. it was never fun in the first place. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . (yet another poem comprised of things overheard_in_conversation) 260626 what's it to you? who go blather from