incorrigable misstree I took such delight in freedom, in being a prowling predator, the mysterious shadow... i was queen of all i surveyed, snap my fingers and it was mine... but... but... but it's lonely on mountaintops, and in the end all i really wanted was anything i couldn't have... any person who could say no bought a piece of my soul... they have them still, but i found one who could say no and didn't... and who causes such joy i think i could burst... who has dispelled years of worshipping naught but the moment, and myself in it... but sometimes, late at night, i hear the wolfs sing as they hunt under the cold moon... and i wonder if it's worth trading my freedom for hearth and home. 011122 ... Mr. E. it was, for a time, little one. you needed the rest. you needed a place to bathe under moonlight and frolic with the only other person that existed. you needed a chance to eavesdrop on someone's world. remember always, and i'm serious about this, don't let this go, that the times were wonderful, you were gentle to eachother, you both kept claws in almost always, for a time it was quietish bliss. cherish that memory, because now that you're free in your forests again, hearth and home is a million miles from anywhere you feel alive. 031213 ... unhinged 'you wanna give me a cigarette.' 'you have a full pack in your pocket.' 'that's besides the point. you wanna give me a cigarette.' 'you are an incorrigable mooch.' 'incorrigable?' 'yeah, incorrigable.' 031213 what's it to you? who go blather from