Sleep hath its own world,
And a wide realm of wild reality,
And dreams in their development have breath,
And tears, and tortures, and the touch of joy.
The Dream, Lord Byron (1816)
Tuesday, March 01, 2005
hey hey. i am happier. cleared up misunderstandings. happier.
still trying to control myself... keep it up Hozzy.
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