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Why am I still up at 1:30am? Owell. I have updated my blog profile. I also have set up yahoo messenger. So if you use yahoo messenger feel free to say hey. You will find my id name on my profile page.

Here's those two poems I mentioned earlier... It's pretty wild to think this was almost 6 years ago. Maybe it will all make sense one day.
Death upon a serpant's tongue can fold
the manner away.
To embrace the things that kill your soul
-and files the presence of one's
own being under the crooked box.

"Which way is the undertoe?," screaming
little 'i' to the siren of 'me'.
Right around the corner, up there on the
bookcase...
and the pages of my flesh are torn
from the seams--
and the verbial binding of my unproven vows
of sincerity. collapse in one moment
and just to say that I have loved.
-OCT 12, 1999 B&N
c. sullivan

Terrible change of "whether"
-in all the meaning
of trying to map out inconsistency.
dwell into a seizure, in the shape
formed by two
the calling doesn't stop,
when you trying to choke your soul.
it's difficult to stop all the bleeding
for the sores in your head.
and some change of a man==
blind to unblind... for the boy.
maybe for me--
might mend all of the sores.
-OCT 12, 1999 B&N
c. sullivan