but don't worry it was just a dream it didn't really happen at all, did it ? just keep telling yourself it was all just a bad, bad dream. Lovely Passenger Here I sit, on my bus, seated behind a vision divine. She is young and beautiful. But mostly she is a nubile, young thing. She looks a little tired, but young at heart. She sneezes. Will I say " Bless you" ? Perhaps not. Oh, I pine for the days when she may have been mine. She is truly a vision of loveliness, divine. Lust This morning, on my bus, travelling to work, I passed a woman sitting in her car. She was very attractive, I recall from my two second glance. lovely face, and such nice, long, black hair. and did I crave for her ? lust for her ? have rampant, wanton, lustful desires for her ? beg for mad, passionate, non-stop sex ? why, no. You do believe me, don't you ? Looking Good She has: Terrific tits, Beautiful boobs, Loverly lungs, Magnificent mammaries, Nice nipples, and a cute arse! Circular Poem Oh dear, oh dear, oh dear, ROW DEAR, ROW DEAR, ROW, ROW, ROW, ROW, STROKE, STROKE, STROKE, oooh, stroke, stroke, stroke, oh dear, oh dear, oh dear. From Attitude to Gratitude No longer do I have the sheer luxury of a do nothing, be nobody, go nowhere job. It's good to have some real work to do. But now, of course, I have to work with crappy computers and a card file system that have stood still in time. As the world evolved and got ready for the next millenium, we are stuck here in a 70s time warp with nothing but dusty old shelves and compactii and junk that belongs in a museum to work with. And still, to get results with antique systems can give me a feeling of self worth. I do indeed lead a lucky life. After all, I have a job (with good conditions and people too). I keep my job, and try my darndest to do a good and honest job. Because that is what makes life worth living. Good friends, family, co-workers, and the satisfaction of knowing that I will live to enjoy life another day. Perhaps Do I believe in God ? That depends on what you mean by God. Do I believe in life after death ? That depends how you define life, how you define existence. Do I have a soul ? I don't know how you define a soul, but I suspect that I do. I believe that there is something to look forward to after death. I believe that in some way, in some "place" the souls of "good men" end up and exist together. I don't know what or where it is, But I'm looking forward to it - one day, one eternity - perhaps. Remembered Turf I've got the password and I'm into the system.