Sun 14 Mar, 2004 11:48 am - Poetry
Her eyes speak beautifully
for that I am sure
To the world she is evil
to me she is pure.
She weaves dark desires,
of lust and of sin.
Her loin's burning fires
entrap me again. (view)
Sun 14 Mar, 2004 01:34 am - Belief is fickle, changing on a whim
When those who can attempt to rationalize a differnece between "belief" and "knowledge," they "believe" that they... (view)
