Nick McGavern

I am something that truely doesnt need wheels and goes by past to another room at the door. The door of truth, for let all that come feel the breeze of the sly and the gail of the wretched. If one can smell the poor and limp souls that rest beneth, the curse has found a path to recognition. If as some, those who can see before them a flint spark of light and hope to guide them, yet only to nothing but a rock. Name your children what you will but, remember who they are. http://asrlab.org/archive/nav/whyshakef.htm http://www.artscienceresearchlab.org/articles/why_bicycle_wh eel.phphttp://www.toutfait.com/issues/issue_3/Multimedia/She arer/Shearer03.htmlhttp://www.bbc.co.uk/science/humanbody/bo dy/factfiles/heart/heart.shtml