

My Voice Is Too LoudI read today about a plight of women afar forced to wear long black veils from head to foot and i complain about one bra and then scream out against their troubles the senseless violence outleashed on them by those of us who have so much We can pretend to actually care we can go and see for our selves what they doMy Voice Is Too Loud
every day afraid to leave their homes for food or for work or for school let alone for entertainment de jour And i scream out "this is wrong!" i tell all  


samthat wasn't her name in the dream she was rebeccasam
and i was ally
i don't remember much of my dream just the feelings and the look i remember she and i we liked one another in the way that one likes another in -that- *way* happy tingly good lovely dovey but
there was a problem always a problem or else no story no angst no sorrow no joy in the end &nbs