verbergen Rowbes Drunk and in love. Or are they the same thing? Locked in the kitchen like some antiquated stereotypical houswife, barefoot and pregnant. Wanted to suck the marrow out of life like my pot-smoking bass-playing english teacher instructed me. But the marrow of life has been sucked dry by the flappers, the vamps, the punks, the swingers, the moshers, the continentals, the lovers, the users and anyone else with a pair of lips and half a brain. So I turned inward to suck the marrow out of my own lush calcium rich frame. Self-cannibalism on the rocks with a twist. Infected not with sores or sars, but plagued by the verbergen lurching to life. suck away. is here 030501 what's it to you? who go blather from