Knock yourself out.
Three wee little words
So hard to voice. (3-22-99)
WHerein the other half talks about me. (3-21-99)
Wherein I straddle him. Literally. (3-8-99)
Wherin I fall in love and stuff. (3-5-99)
So close... but yet so dang stinking far
It turned out better later anyway. (3-4-99)
In your dreams
Wherin I delude myself. (3-3-99)
Wherein I make like a locust. (2-24-99)
Wherein I rob the cradle. (2-9-99)
I knew it
Wherein I sense some connectivity. (2-8-99)
Life isn't always dreary and dull.
I am a squishette.
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