obliverated, simply incureable by Angela Thomas this is what i remember: mopeds speeding in the dark and full of beer, and me, clutching and crying, i want to go home, please, please, take me home. and then i went home, and i must have fallen, sobbing, lonely and two hands lifted me up, like they were just in the right place at the right time, they took me into their home where i talked about nothing and yet, my everything and i stopped sobbing. this continued until i was so sad and tired and gone that i needed to just go home and derobe and drop into my bed to dream torrid torrid dreams full of wine and champagne and love and then i woke up this morning dazed, like i was covered in a light cheesecloth and trying to move. and that's what i've got to remember from the whole night. 01/04/2005 Author's Note: note to reader: do not attempt this at home. Posted on 01/04/2005 Copyright © 2023 Angela Thomas Return to the Previous Page   pathetic.org Version 7.3.2 May 2004 Terms and Conditions of Use 0 member(s) and 2 visitor(s) online All works Copyright © 2023 their respective authors. Page Generated In 0 Second(s)