<{Baba^Yaga}>10 Jan 2003

THE LAST TIME I SAW SOMETHING COME OUT OF THE MEADOW IT WAS THE WET DEAD LED, AND oh sorry, that my friend was essentialy my last straw. we must move past the meadows now...lets walk together for a moment behind the mere fields and meadows, amd yes even the birds gosh darnit let's get to THE MISERABLE FOREST OF DECREPID REDUNDANT SYMBOLIC TERMS AHHHHHHHH! forfeit, classical poetry died today my friend..you fought hard, but unfortunately art school one..i've seen the future and this aint it...have a 6 for prosperity though.