the_story_of_my_left_arm Norm Our hero began his quest in search of he knew not what but only that what he sought must be found. He came to a beautiful garden of roses. Thousands of magnificent red roses, each more beautiful than the last. "It's almost overwhelming to love so many beautiful flowers" he said. Without fear he tread into the garden and found that for every thousand roses there was a thousand times more thorns. "How could something so beautiful, that I love so much hurt me more than anything?" he asked confusedly. But he found that he liked the pain, he liked to bleed. Soon though, he back frustrated with his path, with all the pain and blood, and by the time he escaped the vicous garden he was furious. He came upon a town and in a rage he burnt it to the ground. He sat and watched the flames eat away the town, but he sat to close and he too was burnt by the flames, by his rage. Whem he escaped his regrets he noticed the smoke swirling into the sky and was reminded to keep moving. So he kept moving until he reached a tree, a tree so big that it looked like it went higher than that smoke did. It was obvious; he had to climb the tree. So he began to climb, he climbed for years and years. Refusing to climb down from fear spending his entirely life climbing up and down this tree and never reaching the top. Finally though, he did reach the top and found that this was the tree that held the sky above our heads... and he found what it was he sought. The END 050619 ... unhinged scratch_pictures_on_asylum_walls in blue 050620 what's it to you? who go blather from