he_looks_as_if cr0wl he will cry from this pleasure. as if by swallowing words like water, he found his thirst was quenched by the very attempt to turn himself inside out. when you read what i write, he thought to say, you open a door. step in and you'll find yourself secure in the miniature world. it may be a treacherous opera, but, coming out of your concentration, you'll find it is only a slippery dream where there is only the smell of smoke but no fire. 100303 what's it to you? who go blather from