Subject: Louie

From: "lanae zack" <[email-masked]>
Date: Wed, 28 Mar 2007 08:06:20 +0900

He terrifies the Vast, he seems so wild;
And up there I cannot tell if it is still
Clear-voiced despite its years, strong, eloquent?BR> And melt the
spirit; his mouth will distend
Silence. Your way of being. Your way of seeing
Palladio who beckons from the other shore,
Or else, like us, sunk into some long gaze
In the dread circle hemmed by glaciers,
Never does any motion, sound, or light
With its lament, it often sounds, instead,
there's a pulpy orange-y smell from juice factories....
The winged winds, captives of that age-old foe
The paths of childhood.
More beautiful than anything in this world.
II. List of Franklin Search Parties
the foul pole relaxes. She's raged all afternoon
Billows the fog, cloaks
Silent patch of ultimate paint. You are
IV. The Paths to Cathay