INSPIRATIONAL BS...

...And so...I don't really know how to say anything nice no more...

...love, SOMETIMES, seems a bit like interrogation to me: where were you at? were you looking at who? AND did you fool around with X?

...i knew this scheme once before: tragic and poetic...I often dream.

...AND the more that I see, the less that I feel...

...just yesterday felt that I shared the same silk-dream with another body who turned out to be nobody...we had something in common...and who's to know because we never spoke...

...AND SO, yesterday, these dreams meant quite a bit to me...but, I'm still managing to live the good life: tripping down stairs, injuring myself, saying the right words to the wrong people and coming up for a breath of air every now and then. Life couldn't be spelled out "b-u-t-t-e-r"! I always slip.