December 27, 2002
Real world
POETRY 2002
Sometimes I fly so high my world is real. You, you are right there. I sing out loud, so proud my voice rings! Your hands find me, guide me, hold me. wrapt in crimson, glowing red.
Sayeth rzan at
09:25 PM
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Hey hon...you know, something is really wrong with this template. I think I need to do something at least stop-gap to fix it cause it keeps cutting off half the page.
I got your Emails but it turns out my mom doesn't have a working computer at her house and I have hardly been able to get on. I finally got on in Chicago but didn't have much online time and spent it on a blog post.
I love you and can't wait to come back to our bed.
Love you...
on December 28, 2002 12:37 AM
I know, it's annoying.
My rzanimals email won't let me log on lately too-keeps saying: BAD login! It's like arguing with Sam, more or less useless...
Seeyasoon
on December 28, 2002 06:33 PM