Hi Gang,

Sand slips through my hand
Oh, my fingers are open
How will my heart be?

How will it be here,
In this world of mad delight?
Or fear; take your pick.

I think that's just it.
It's a choice we can make now.
Choose here and now, dear!


Choose before I cave.
I'm an entrepeneur
Mark the Bark, Dave Cave (this is a reference to my brother, whom I fear
may be dead. ah well, I love him no matter what.)

He did and I am (cave and barking of course. You don't need these
notes do you?)
Wake up!!! the world is on fire
We need your tears, friends.

I asked if ocean
was made of our hard won tears
WOW, I WAS ANSWERED (hey, is "answered" two syllables? I claim it is.)

No, but the fire needs them
More than aids or even
diabetes and gout.

I need your tears to put the fire out.

Love, (I'm pretty sure... Mark)