Guest guest Posted February 17, 2002 Report Share Posted February 17, 2002 Master mind of the universe. Old fusspot. The riddle of this world is a ball of string you wound up tight, and now have to run with. This morning, I am a cat sunning itself on the threshold of my lovers home. I can purr any complaint you have into a dish of sweet milk. Don't say you have tasted this before. I just met you. When you save the world we will all be there to take the credit, but its up to you. Your body gets cranky in this suit of existence. Jump into a naked bath. We are all flying fish in the sky net, singing love songs to God. love eric Copyright 2002. Eric Ashford. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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