Bill Z Bub1 Mar 2003

Hey gw! Thankyou a thousand times for your comments. A mild approval from you is precious to me, like tears of diamond that streak down my cheeks whilst eating "Death Rain" potato chips (Habanero flavour! xxxxx!) and reading a letter from my very first love, who I talked to on the phone again just this week. Oh where has the time gone, it has swirled away, but she's never changing, crystalline, her fragile defiance spears my abdomen with perfect playfulness.
Was there ever someone who brought you the greatest joy and the deepest despair simultaneously? Can this truly be that which is called "love"? Or is it merely my masochist mind?
..."this skin"..."this skin"... hmm. yes.
Where have I been? I've been busy surviving, working, searching, cleaning, being audited, trying to organize things in my new apartment, etc... the list is never ending, like the suffering of the world. And my computer crashed 3 times while trying to get onto Poemranker. Gah. "blow wind blow, wherever you may go, put on your overcoat and take me away, c'mon and take me on into the night, take me on into the night, blow me away..."