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
lick him! lick him! lick him! lick him! lick him! lick him!

Damn, i haven't done this in a while!

i adore this guy. He is funny in a dry sort of way and introspective without being all highbrow. He has a wonderful was of seeing things. He is Chris and he found me.

Go lick him, i think he'll like it!


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confessed on Sunday, Apr. 14, 2002