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
sweet and sticky

i guess i'm cheap and easy, but Kahlua fits right nicely in a glass with some store bought chocolate milk - the really thick kind that you almost have to chew - and tastes really great when Angel drinks it and kisses me . . .

Here we are, up late again playing on the computer, kissing, and taunting each other until we are either too tired to do anything about it or hot enough to drag each other to the bedroom. So far, it looks like it may fall to the 'tired' as Angel is pricing car stereo equipment and that could go on til morning.

By the way . . . check up on Joey and tell him what you think of the new layout.

Then, cruise on over to The Pin Up Files for a great one-handed evening . . .


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confessed on Friday, Sept. 27, 2002