Nucking Voo Futts Doo's blog: "doobastylin"

i once believed that i had seen the sky, its image held forever moving, when i look up it is but a memory to come, im thinking of you... all of you... that have shared my sky...

My Heart is not an anvil for you to beat apon, My Mind is not paper for you to scribble on, My Soul is not an ingredient for your wicked brew, Just look in the mirror and know this... The only problem was you...

what is the reality of cyberspace... when the monitor glow fades only the darkness is left, no freindly electronic images to rattle the mind, no pulses of light to remember you by, it would be nice to hold those most dear, static remains only for a molment... am i remembered till i return?