8:86) chris abraham 22-JAN-98 9:21

synergy moves across the fields like wind. this most basic of needs, the building blocks of community, caresses the husks old grain stalks. dirk consoles red; red flirts with pretty boy; never enough hours in the day, says kat.

i raise my hands, unable to delete any more, anymore. words are words and editing is not the proper way of the white man to remember history. herstory.

"He thinks it's great and does it again, just because he can."

email and _bound_ all evening with a former lover. the woman hurt me, but i asked for it. now her friends root for us. i haven't been an us for a long time. emails back and forth, telephone rings past my bed time. i answer, its she.

_bound_ -- she and i are attracted to the same women. I say this, she replies for me to be careful she might be jealous.

virtual girlfriend. the woman who broke my heart, the woman i broke my heart over. blunt bob, thin features, smooth lithe cream skin. creamy. little, better say petite. elle est tres petite.

She is C&S.

"He thinks it's great and does it again, just because he can."

Dirk says, "Red - better a moment of weakness that passes as the tears dry than days of the pain and effort it takes to conceal the sadness. Once you've wept, the tears are gone, but the struggle not to weep binds you for long, long... "

I say, there is always an ember you can ignite if you have the patience and are willing to spend the vital energies.

i remember: the line of her body when first i removed the clothing. the place behind the pillow where she kept her pajamas. the crooked back from the scoliosis. the little fingers little hands. the firm budding. the blunt hair, hark and rich.

a friend told her, "he cared for you, pimples and all." this friend is "rooting for us, for you for me."

ben and jerry's is an ice cream store. they sell ice cream to women they sell ice cream to hope. in an old post office next to the pennsylvania river...

"saying that they were going to put my dog down sometime that week"