urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:earthken_angel And oh the things that grow. Xiang Earthken Xiang Earthken 2004-04-29T23:37:45Z urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:earthken_angel:683 "Son, can you play me a memory, I'm not really sure how it goes" 2004-04-29T23:37:45Z 2004-04-29T23:37:45Z I don't know what to make of him. He's strange -- not like I was, but even thinking that makes my head hurt. <br />He says he's been around the Met, and while most of me says I've been in this circle of green forever, the parts of me that long for people knows that I've been there -- and a phrase/picture dances in front of my eyes. I've always loved sunflowers, but the picture is... strange. <br />Not natural, my 'eyes' tell me. <br />But he makes me curious -- makes me want to know. <br />And part of me says I've never felt that before. urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:earthken_angel:409 earthken_angel @ 2004-04-26T10:29:00 2004-04-26T14:30:18Z 2004-04-26T14:30:18Z Tester, babe.