Excess Rubble

Erie is feeling... The current mood of sycopatra@hotmail.com at www.imood.com

All things swept under a rug
  • ....I am the fly that dreams of the spider....
  • Tied Round the Neck of the Bottle Was a Paper Label with the Words 'Drink Me'
  • There's no remedy and no protection from life's pungent smell. Fate stays in the background for most of our lives, showing up only to hand us the fuzzy end of the lollipop.
  • In the shadow cast as you were leaving. In the beauty of the ending day. There is always something to return to. Something you allow to slip away.
  • A faint cold fear thrills through my veins.