SO I better yell help. my man wears a rabbit coat while he looks at me from a bed of what used to be a long legged diatribe of acid dreams and italian ice. how nice we sit in our sand boxes and wonder can we fly if someone put us in a plane could we fly? lord knows we could run with it. innocence is controlled yet, we love the challenge of knowledge. can we have a cake and eat it time will tell. homer was blind, not blonde.