Hewwo everybody!

                (insert: Hewwo Bentley!)


                Finals are over! Yay!
                The following was a poem I did for my photo final. There 
are pictures which I took at Quonset Air Mueseum (sp I know) and some 
trains that were deserted and left to rot. Anyway anyone going to Akon7 
will see them. :) A few people thought this was a little too much but I 
liked it. C+C is welcomed. :)) That and would anyone going to Akon7 like a 
copy of the trading card I did, since finals are over I've started on the 
next one: Basile, then Cassi, then Stavi, ect. Anyway email me if anyone 
is interested.

        Bentley
        bentley4@ix.netcom.com



        So here goes....


                
	Innocence.
	Mid-life.
	Life Support.
	Death.

	In the very beginning of our lives we are innocent.
	That innocence is so bright that we think nothing can stop us.
	Some of us find our wings while others stay on the ground.
	Those who are gifted with the ability for flight soar among the 
heavens.
	Those who are grounded and given wheels roar across the horizon.
	We can do anything, go anywhere. So happy, so free.
        Each one of us houses our creators until they have no further need 
of us.
        Once past our mid-life we begin to show cracks that we hid so well 
for so many years. 
	Our owners ponder what to do while we try to keep our dignity.
        Some of us are not so fortunate, some die in the prime of our 
lives.
	Those fortunate enough to keep perfect health are put into 
museums.
        There will be ones who go willingly while others attempt to take 
their own lives.
        Some are victorious while others do not out run the reaper.
	Sometimes our precious life support is too much and we are let go.
	We all drift apart and end up out in the field. Among the weeds.
	Those who do not perish in transport sit and wait.
	We wait for people to hop inside and let us take them somewhere.
	Whoever it may be, let it be child or adult. We are happy to see 
anyone.
	Anyone who still remembers what it used to be like.
	To soar among the heavens.
	And roar along the rails.


	By. R. Bentley


        (yes I know seeing the pics would help a bunch...if I can scan 
them in over the weekend I will and post them.) Send C+C to me or FFML.)
And anyone into comics keep you eyes peeled for Krystal #1 from Fem Fatale 
Productions or Comics, #1 is slated to come out this month. Paul Chabot, a 
good friend I met over last summer has work in said comic and has already 
penned #4,#5 (cool stuff...going bi-month...grumble..grumble). Anyway 
that's it for me pluggin stuff.....pray that AP gets back to us about the 
other project we submitted four weeks ago... :))


        Basile: That it?
        Bentley: Yes.
        Basile: No stories?
        Bentley: I'm getting there. Wait.
        Basile: Been waiting since 1987...I can wait somemore.
        Bentley: That's right. :)