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Smoke By: Rachelle King on 12/17/2002; 12:35 AM Dew bitten morning beckons my presence one more time. Crave slow burning sensation between stumpy nubs that finish in crooked resistance. Melody of mariachi cascades down face like a memory of falling rain. That slow feel: Tendrils swimming in pools of time and motion. Suction your attention as long as this tiny cup will hold.
RE: Smoke By: Richard Davidson on 12/18/2002; 10:24 PM It sure is getting wet in here tonight! Water is such a huge part of who we are. Bruce Lee very patiently explained to me, through the miracle of television, that in order to move properly, one must flow as water; as a river. I always totally dug that, and now YOU CAN TOO! And thank you for throwing in that kicking Mariachi band! I want to drink Tequila in the rain, and dance, dance, dance! Woo hoo! This is all very good; very nice; very pleasant. I think someone should write a poem about it! Think of it: A poem about Rachelle's poem! I wish Chie was here. I'll bet she'd do it. And she'd probably write part of it backwards, or something!
RE: Smoke By: Rachelle King on 12/20/2002; 11:56 PM HA-HA!
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