IT'S FUN MAKING LUV 2 ME, mouths the mirror inMick's dressing room. A lovely mouth, lovelier orbited by a dozenburning bulbs. It's good making love 2 me--he means it for himself and 4others who do, and it's true, the acrid smoke of Keith's smoke, the smokeof ten thousand fans, making his eyes sting andwater. The mirror smirks when he remembers the unnumbered times he'sreminded his poor little self: I dun no wen I ev er bin dis hi. Bare, boney chest gawks at him w/its 2 startled eyes.

pssst. . .sign the guestbook!