Greg Rice - Ah how you penetrate the stone wall I so painstakingly laid over the years. You burrow into my reverie every night infiltrate my subconscious with out a sound The thought of it makes me shutter. Your pensive eyes haunt me. The torture is blissful yet insufferable. Loathsome multitudes of morals to mull Unremitting, relentless desire to indulge in our deceitful pleasures. Shall we distain this thing we call friendship or suffer so willingly and hope it shall pass? by. Greg Rice