- listening to Sting with Mary J. Blige, Whenever I Say Your Name
Thanks Marsha for the earlier comment. I didn't really mean it that way. I'm one to be in love with life although I probably am inarticulate about it. Right now, it's just too cramped, such that when I "breathe" I can't say I want to submerge again.
But enough explanation. One of these days, I'll yak my brains out again and no one will be able to stop me.
Check out this website for some more of my writings, the forbidden outputs, the things I do so that I don't have to go back to those that I need to do. Oh man, that doesn't make sense, but whatever.
http://mistresseyes.blogs.friendster.com/bug_me_some_more_and_mayb/
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