A Black Feather, A poison pen... ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- the sky was bruised yeah, like i said, amusing. small group of adults down in the living room, two trying to play a game of chess and the rest of who weren't tending the hatchlings were discussing current events when a trio from amongst the horde of the invited guests of the afternoon's six year old celebrant decide to come tearing through, oblivious to anyone or anything and it was amazing that as many times as i asked them to rejoin the others and to not run around down in that part of the living room, their obliviousness carried over even to that. i was speaking and it was as if i was not even there, my voice lost in the clatter of toys, drowned out by a bunch of St�rm und Drang that would never have anything to do with me, but would still manage to jangle my nerves with its recklessness 3:39 a.m. - 2003-03-23 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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