out_of_the_prairie bijou misses seeing my face. missouri. can't take the prairie out of the boy. 040620 ... cocoon comes the fire 040621 ... silentlybroken Into the fire 040622 ... Fido the prairie loves me, dear and the love is returned in return, dear, in the way precipitation cycles in 8th grade are so plainly illustrated. my romps here are understood, I hear, for when I pit-pat under moonlight digging tunnels terrestrially while pondering the odds of quantum tunneling right into ecstasy (being the twinkie factory you see) the prairie plants pat pleasantly on my back and whisper encouraging words to me 050123 what's it to you? who go blather from