$$$$$$$$$$$ $$$$$$$$$$$ hogz of entropy #144 $$$$$P $$$$ $$$$ moo, oink, up your butt. $$$$P $$$$ x$$$$ $$$P $$$$ xP$$$$ d$$$$$$$$$$$. $$$. $$$$xP $$$$ $$$$$$' >$$$$ $$$$$$$$$. $$$$P $$$$ 4$$$$$. .$$$$' $$$$'`4$$$b. $$$$ $$$$ 4$$$$$$$$$P' $$$$b 4$$$$b. $$$$$$$$$$$ 4$$$< %% $$$$$b 4$$$$$x $$$$$$$$$$$ 4$$$$$$$$$ %% >> "A Sentence" << a text file that could *only* be written by -> Orestes ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- Ultimately, in breaking up, Casey revealed to me what she never could, her tears and her true emotion; but I did not join her, maybe because she was crying for what never was, for the severing of a connection which reached a level not nearly as low as the pain of the cut itself; I wonder if I should have cried and if I should have let her destroy what we had, but we couldn't even talk about what we said or what we did. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- * (c) HoE publications. HoE #144 -- written by Orestes -- 12/9/97 *