of_all_i_have_stolen fyn gula you don't give me heart. you don't give me soul. and so i steal it. i take what i imagine you to be and tie strings on your hands and feet. thief of time. of personal style. come into my cave and see the stack of shiny gold pieces. 021222 ... sardines oh wow! you live here? i'm going to stay for the night and in the morning i will be gone. 130113 what's it to you? who go blather from