the_chalk_circle fyn gula Once there was a man who bent down until his knees slowly sank to the asphalt sidewalk. he removed a piece of stubby white chalk from the pocket of his worn, brown cords and drew a circle around himself. without moving from the boundaries he created for himself, he wrote in clearly legible letters... "save me." people walked by. some ignored him, some laughed, a couple talked about him like psychiatrists would, clinically diagnosing his obvious mental condition. others felt sorry and cautiously dropped money, coins that either fell flat or rolled away and disappeared into the storm drain. then a small boy appeared and carefully read the simple plea. with his little foot he scruffd at the chalk line until a portion of it was erased. the man smiled, stood up, gave the boy the coins and left the circle. 000224 ... typhoid i find this thoroughly amusing. 000224 ... dongtcha ROCK! 020126 ... Grievance fyn: story should be painted on a door somewhere. One leading to freedom. 020126 ... frAnk i am nothing without you. 030128 ... . eternity 030128 ... logburningfire square the circle 060311 what's it to you? who go blather from