Newsgroups: talk.bizarre Path: netcom.com!rone From: rone@netcom.com (hume n. bing) Subject: talk Message-ID: Organization: Bland & Uninspiring Boredom Consulting Date: Sat, 13 Apr 1996 08:24:13 GMT Hi. Welcome. Do you always wear your life on your wrist? Sometimes i like to leave it in my pocket. So what's inside? That's beside the point; the outside is more relevant now. The inside is more revenant now. Have you seen the clownmaster? He's playing with angels again; it gives him goose bumps. Perhaps he is deluded and thinks that goose bumps would gain him feathers. Feathers aren't always enough to fly. Neither is virtue. Virtue is better than wisdom. You surprise me; you seemed so wise. Are those tears? They are, and as they dampen my face, they tear at my soul, and their salt makes it burn, even as their water soothes it. Perhaps i would like a soul. Perhaps, but it will not like you. So, who am i? That is the answer, but what is the question? Well, no one else will have me. You are not theirs to have; you are you. Was that the question? Night falls, and remains there until the sun buries it. Morning breaks, and we spend the rest of the day trying to pick up the pieces. 5150 for dhalgren, who waited patiently -- Regardless, insecurities that others may perceive are benign in the eyes of my friends