the army of one, can endure, or rot. i dont really care, after all you broke your soap box long ago. and what is it about the #1. to some it equils solitude, and others relief, but to me, its an oppurtunity. to see what myself, and the world at large are made of. so what is it to you? what do you see, when you peer through your clouded vission, and stare at these pixals? take a moment, inhale deep, and realize your here, for good or ill, and if you feel alone, well your wrong. now back to reality, or lack there of! another day of low production, and social angst. maybe some day i can break through the bull shit that says all too loudly, that it and i, doesnt/dont really fucking matter 