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-Pixels-   We are all only pixels in the picture of the earth; when combined we all define  the image of her mirth.   Pixels in a picture, lines drawn on a page, words that shape a story, all in their final stage   The earth is just the first draft, carved with finite grace-- the image is a rough sketch of the human race.   As people we are static-- on a world-wide screen-- pixels flashing on and off, not knowing if they're seen.  

I am Anonymous. I hereby claim all that is mine. All of you who think they can remain unknown by signing my name in their stead, beware! I now officially take credit for all you have written... and what are you going to do about it? Yes, I take the blame for all those dirty little secrets posted on the internet. But I especially take responsibility for all writing that has been widely acclaimed by those who have the authority to do so. I embody all those too scared to step forward and claim ...

Reaching, Searching, Yearning, Burning... At Last!

Cat Hair, Cat Hair It's everywhere! Clinging to my shirts and pants, It floats in air to twist and dance. Coating all their favorite spots, On the sofa, lots and lots! On the dryer, in my bed, In the sock drawer, on my head! It clogs the shower, blocks my nose, Colored carpets on my clothes! And when I think that it's enough, I find another ball of fluff! Searching, searching for my cat, I finally find my baseball bat. It was hidden under fuzz Just like my old game-boy was. Cat Hair, Cat Hair...

His Heart They weighed and monster Ate To ever after seal his Fate His labored Trust His Lover's Lust Love like air Raw and Bare Write he does on matters Grave Love he not the Lover's Slave Imprisoned there In beggars Fare The image of A labored Love The Lover does not love him though She must have put on quite a show So there she be for Eternity With him she Hate What twist of Fate! But love they will for I see All In the depths of My Crystal Ball