mr.mincemeat@syteka.UUCP (mr.mincemeat) (03/27/84)
I am eyes again I see what I would forget See it through fine wire mesh See it burnt and black. I am eyes I am ears I hear things I don't need The endless drone The scraping noises And always nose I smell it Above the burning smell it All my life I smell it It fills my nostrils Fills my lungs, my blood. I am eyes, eyes. mr.mincemeat {hplabs, menlo70, zehntel, sdcrdcf}!sytek!toms