And as I do each time I perform a brilliant, unique act, I hear the hoarse, sweetly muted voice of my friend the murdered poet, urging me from On High--Ole!
---------- >From: mIEKAL aND <[EMAIL PROTECTED]> >To: [EMAIL PROTECTED] >Subject: Re: FLUXLIST: Fluxlist Phrase Event >Date: Fri, Sep 27, 2002, 8:25 PM > > what name would you like to appear with the definition? > > [EMAIL PROTECTED] wrote: > >> Prydxl:the drug my son's teachers want him on >
