nothing_less_than_what_it_means_to_be_human fyn gula i stand on tiptoes at the edge of the slippery earth staring into the twinkling eyes of the tearing sky reaching for the comfort of a cloud's embrace. 030326 ... time_warp i long for joy and rest. 031228 ... Riddle Me Not I am many things to your sight, but to your vision I am out of the light. You cannot see me, when I turn red, blue, or pink, yet I am always visible, when I am shedding ink. Can you guess what my jest, is, to be, most precise, the treasure of the ancients, cannot hold a candle to my knife. 031229 ... mon jest, is, and ancients awesome 031229 what's it to you? who go blather from