<~>14 Aug 2002

--oh, the poem--i don't get the transition from description to conflict. i see there's inherent unrest, but i think that you have become more adept at the weave and wake since 6/99. thanks for the explanation of the scenario. broken dreams clutter the curbside; unworn wishes piled in the attic like so many christmas sweaters are more haunting than the ghosts of the past. future perfect never was. tense. as for the beer, sierra nevdada started the evening. down to coors light and a very old scotch ale, which it's about 80 degrees too hot too drink tonight, but i mat have to bite the bullit, and take one for the team. still no muse. damned if i haven't drained every can and bottle looking for her, though. as far as the pros and cons of arguing, yep, i know. i was married for 5 years, and we came to a fork in the road. thanks a lot, robert frost. we both took a 50% best travelled road. no arguing about the path at all, just, see ya. salty indeed. beer foam salt. what kinda red red you nosing tonight?