Article: 178919 of talk.bizarre From: STU_JGDRUMMO@vax1.acs.jmu.edu (John Drummond) Newsgroups: talk.bizarre Subject: the waste within Date: 2 Dec 1994 18:58:50 GMT Organization: none to speak of Lines: 35 Sender: STU_JGDRUMMO@jmu.edu Message-ID: <email@example.com> X-News-Reader: VMS NEWS v1.25 Status: O <i will show you fear in a handful of dust.> Before all my passion died, I would make up songs to sing while I cried; songs that would break your heart if you could hear a bar or two. They are gone now, though, just as my tears have dried up, as my heart burns with a heat as dry as death. Indeed, if passion is damp with sweat, dew, brine, blood and semen, then heartbreak is dust. The longing of your heart's desire becomes a barrel of leaves blazing in a drought-ridden field of ash. Before you knew her, before you touched her hesitant body, before the union of heaven and earth became routine, there was the longing. Now, imprisoned by these torturous, jealous imaginings <i wonder if she touches him just that way . . . no, no, no, don't go there, i beg you>, there is the longing still. This is the longing of wasteland clerks selling disease. My heart is now sterile, inflamed and full of leprous sores. This longing is worst of all: my emotion has become impotent. I wonder if she is thinking... <i beg you> -Omar ============ podiatry: being broke is the best way to lose weight.