"...And I have yet to be embraced by your aura
knowing I am the smeared soul of your society
But I only think like that because of how you look at me
Like a speck on your poplin only to brush it off in disgust
How can I feel you when I know you are never going to be there?
Why do I admire empty space when your matter isn't going to fill it?
Wherever I roam free, I seem to sense you around the way
Always looking to turn around only to see a fading silhouette..."
On February 20, 2003, pyrotechnics at a rock club in West Warwick, RI set off a devastating fire that roared through the crowded club, killing 100 people and injuring hundreds more. Gina Russo was one of the survivors, and she retells her harrowing e
(Richard M. Feldman) Ever since I was a young boy, the only thing I wanted to be was a cowboy. I wanted to own and work on a real ranch, with cattle and horses. Especially horses.
While I never became a cowboy, considering everything I have done
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