tribal71

its three o clock in the morning..im about delirious from stareing at the screen..surfing and searching..wondering thru the net of life..america under glass, the last ditch effort of communication..i grab a merlot and continue on..i sip slowly with anticipation for my curiosity is lost in limbo by now and all i can do is dissasociate myself from this reality and the next..beyond the extacy of your ass lingering on between this frame and the next.... i look at you and i see infinite beauty.. so talk to me.