slam deb my baby just jumped online and then he went away why did you leave before i could say hello? ::sigh:: i miss really talking to you come back... 991209 ... phil if you start where you end, you will have nothing to say, why do you have something to say? They will not let you speak, hear your mind, which does not lie, giving me time, putting me before my crime. My uncaring, my past unsympathetic needs a prison; a new place to roam from; desperate without a home. What becomes of a prison with the doors cut off? A home a place where I wish to live, but if I do not wish, then that becomes my crime, not believing in the system, that is my crime, not wishing for what I envision, having no future to propell me. Follow through with dreams that lead to no means. 030724 ... phil My crime is your crime. I need a prison I can call a home. 030724 ... phil not overcoming punishment for hope of a future, the only way to pay for a crime, the only way they see is blind my eyes for their eyes. Not to see inside, individuals pushed aside. 030724 ... phil one step ahead of me, convincing me what they see 030724 ... phil I don't know what to say, my life is running over me. 030724 ... phil making this up into something more easy. My mind is not my strongest sense, more of survival, my eyes begining to bore me. 030724 ... silentbob poetry 030725 ... .fallen there is a post-it note in the doorway between my kitchen and living area it proudly exclaims SLAM! 040227 what's it to you? who go blather from