easy as mutton chops...

.....and thats when it all went BOOM! No more Hannah...no more Margaret...no more Hadaway. The end. Zip.Zilch. Nada. NOTHING. Her head made an interesting pop. No weasel, no goes. Just pop. An identity deflated and a reality shoved to the side. Somewhere in the distance a redheaded seventeen year old types on an increasingly slow eMac in a library, while watching herself fading into...well. No one really knows ,now do they?

She ponders what she could possibly have been.


......and thats when it all went BANG! No longer trusted....no longer a confidante...no longer included. That's it. Done. Finished. Through. OVER. Her head is still spinning. No movment, no sound. Just dizzy. An epiphany withdrawn and a friendship hanging by threads. Someone inside a melody is screaming wordless lyrics, listening to emptiness surround...well. No one really knows, now do they?

She wonders why she loves a woman.