By ajTong, peach80302@goplay.com Date: 9 November 1999
the hum of the terminal onions still on my breath tired drained and bursting of too much held in at once desire all around me stocks rising my fins grow larger each second my gills pulse my pond... small and all i want to do is drive a red truck into lights into love i want to feel again what we had i just never want it to end the way it did