Is coming. this isn't a finatical proclamation. No, just insanity's ties digging claws through broken bones while suckin the life out of my soul. Bruised, battered......we struggle along this ant farm existance. I bleed. I hurt. But who doesn't?? Why should my situation take any more exceptance or notice than anyone else??? Dont answer, for my path already has. Babble to the unknowing. On the contrary, those who bleed alike, pain unite.......your vein blows WITH MIGHT!!!!!!!! There ya go K, :o) So don't take pity, we'll spit it back........don't come near as i turn black. Go alone, go quite, go away......from this cold.
Dizzy D
