i feel like im splashing around in the blood tim described with not a word to say. im dumbfounded.

Using blood as your ink...you bleed to death...I'm knee deep in your beautiful blood...You're a blood bath...a wonderful blood bath.

if we cannot define the very bricks comprising the structure around us, then we define our foundation as mystery... it would seem, then, arbitrary, that the house be without dreams... for how can mystery not beget dreams?

we can say we hide in the silence of misdirection... but somehow i do not believe that fate belongs to you, of all people... that is, unless you so choose. and that thought pains me, truly.

it collapses around me and i'm turned to ash in the flames... this house had many levels and each did I wander through, amazed.

oh the torture you bring is unbearable.. :( chyus