transient dallas I can't hold onto my thoughts for very long before I have to let go and move onto a new one. Is it that I have a short attention span or could I possibly just be a very rapid thinker? 990423 ... anonymous coward Where am I going? The cycle continues and I cannot escape it any more than I can find myself inside it. It goes rushing by and leaves me, but it is I who am transient, and the cycle that remains. 000731 ... grendelus diabolicus outside the bank, before i walked in, the homeless man stood, dirt on his hands and a slight smudge across his face. i saw the distracted look of someone beset by hunger and plagued by the oppressive heat of this city in the desert in high summer having been an addict, i knew the difference and when he asked me, with shame in his eyes, if i could spare some change so he could try and get something to eat, i peeled the last five bucks i had in my pocket before i cashed my check and handed it to him his eyes lit up like a child on christmas and he said "God bless you" as he headed for the cheap little diner across the street under my breath, i said, "he could if he wanted, but he won't 'cause we're not on speaking terms" after cashing my check and climbing back into the truck, my brother half-jokingly said to me, "hey, you never know, that could have been Jesus" I said, "naah, jesus saves...this guy didn't have anything left" 000801 ... The Glyph i have words. they start. they end. they do things i don't expect. mostly though, i run in circles looking for the beginning. i think i've found it. french toast. 011016 ... Arn I wanna pick up a transient and disect them. 021012 ... K@T in the H@T prince inert not above just isolated transient creation quite intangible fungus strangles striving frustrates organism byzantine symbol voodoo: a conduit over-abundant love is the mouth-sound a pageant of identity seeping strangely broken models limp - you missed it feelings connect thru wizard canals telescopes uncanny are just yours not dressed partly is that the cavern? 091026 what's it to you? who go blather from