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
*SLURP!*

entry number one for today



word association can be tricky sometimes as can my train of thought, but that's a-whole-nother entry . . .

follow my mind here a bit . . .

*licks*

dogs lick your face as a greeting

right after they lick your face, they shove their nose in your crotch.

so, when ever i see *licks* in chat, i almost can't STAND it! i really truly want to reply with . . . well . . .

*NUZZLES YER CROTCH WITH A COLD WET NOSE*

is it just me? my mind is almost perma-dirty (well, not 'almost', but move on) but for once this has gone unsaid. Why? well, it would just be inappropriate, i guess . . . the only one who says it just never sinks to my levels of nasty and it would just not be polite, now would it?

OK, i feel better, now. ;">


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confessed on 2001-02-14