i am done being a jealous guy.
hopefully in practice as well as theory.

nothing at last is sacred
the brain thinks,
while the heart weeps.
finite.
finite.
everything is finite.
looking ahead, the end is told.
finite.
what about now?
what about now?
chapters are written with different pens.
choosing my own adventure, while she does the same.
only the endings are not the same.
pain.
finite.
everything is finite.
including me.

I want to get digital , digital
i want to get digital , digital.

back to urbana, tomorrow I work. 40 Hours a week kinda scary, but its outside i think so yay,
i am feeling okay, I think I need a book to read, otherwise the tv may lure me in.
until then, friend.

80 new cases of SARs
sometime s we go to KAMS and get well you know unsober
soemtiunmes when we are there we see
RB ALUMNI de la clase de 1999.
densie betti, mnike lunallim, julia walther, dace cashin, etc
who cares,
peace.

this is the end and so anti-climatic, but they always are, they are always anti-climatic.

What have you done for me lately?

trust me. trust me.

Oh, Baby Can't You See . . .
well its alot, god its a bunch. Summer approaches and I hope that it proves to be a interesting one, if nothing else. A rock band is in the mix and summer school, both a first. I have a job and a gardern. i hope to build an empire this summer of multiplying meat.

seven clouds at dusk
here we enter the final stretch for yet another semester.
today i am looking forward to completing yard work.

bastard lips and angel kisses.