i dreamt i saw you walking
up a hillside in the snow
casting shadows on the winter sky
as you stood there counting crows
one for sorrow, two for joy,
three for girls, and four for boys,
five for silver, six for gold, and
seven for a secret never to be told

there's a bird that nests inside you
sleeping underneath your skin
when you open up your wings to speak
i wish you'd let me in

from "a murder of one" ~ counting crows
let the people crawl inside . . .

Hey, peoples!

i am still here, but i am submerged in a series of books and working and allergies.

Laurell K Hamilton.

Look her up. She is so awe inspiring i had to read all her books one right after another. i started a week and a half ago and i have almost six down and four to go. i am not really living in this world anymore . . . i am in another, more exciting, more dangerous, sexier world. With guns!

Allergies have been really kicking my butt so i have no real interest in leaving home anyways. When i'm not wasted from work, that is.

So, this weekend, i have a show to catch in Deep Ellum, lunch with an old friend, and maybe even some snuggly movie time with a sweet baby girl who needs a friend right now . . .

i'll let you know when i surface again.

Just give me some time, i have put so much out here and now i think i need to crawl inside some.


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confessed on Thursday, May. 09, 2002