white_morning this should be rillian you are throwing your words around like leaves in the late fall breeze until winter pops its head in to say it's here but will be hanging around at baggage claim for a bit. it will be chilling, sitting down in your soul. you are cold, but the firewood is stacked. each piece a perfect nugget of warmth, like letters that form words. and words that form sentences and sentences that make stories and stories that reveal who you are. 031113 ... lotuseater its a nice day for a white wedding its a nice day to start agaaaaiiiiinnnn ahh rock on!! 031113 what's it to you? who go blather from