chicks with cellos are awesome. (The title to this entry was a piece of something I wrote not too long ago.) Heres something else I wrote not too long ago. It doesnt flow as well as my usuall writing...but my horoscope did say that I should use my creativity to make something I wouldnt normally make..I dunno here it is: sick of feeling the hate breed inside of me. Push me down under the envy with blasphemous frayed veins still pumping these thoughts through my body. Your face makes me turn cold. On again, off again fresh wounds and old. Bloody betrayal lie on your hands. What is charisma? because it doesnt live inside.....inside (me) Your overflowing and drowing me. No longer alive, break this silence. Your innocence murders me. Hurt me, you hurt me This was about someone I am not going to mention..and no its not about Ian or a boy at all for that matter...humm... well thats its for now... rock on TSTR toodaloo