tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16446632.post3025494837077240880..comments2009-01-25T22:50:31.052-05:00WMSnoreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16446632.post-3127853784545165192009-01-25T22:50:00.000-05:002009-01-25T22:50:00.000-05:00ooo, like those Son Lux lyrics. thanks Mike! I'll look into them! Hope the upcoming birthing goes well! Send Stacy my love! :)Mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07781186709203121551noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16446632.post-69440211601941257242009-01-25T22:45:00.000-05:002009-01-25T22:45:00.000-05:00I really like this, Iz. And I wonder if we're sharing some brain waves or maybe have some emotional resonance working, b/c I've been ruminating on betrayal and pain and the folly of trying too hard to 'heal' lately. A lot of my thinking has been evoked a new favorite techno (one man) band, Son Lux (you might like it-- it could be good programming music ;-). Here's one line in particular that resonates with your poem:<BR/><BR/>"Put down all your weapons<BR/>let me in through your open wounds"Mikehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00834095663011794120noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16446632.post-10543561803203017122009-01-25T16:33:00.000-05:002009-01-25T16:33:00.000-05:00*snaps*Mike Croghanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18099387827886541138noreply@blogger.com