January 3, 2013
control, and for some: hope
damned if I know! It's something more than cerebral, and something more than visceral. It makes absolutely no sense. I'm waiting for the day when it doesn't make me miserable. Then again, I'm one of those goofballs that would give my cat a kidney... I've also been known to lose myself a little in my partner... resulting in some spectacular experiences, and alas dastardly mistakes. guess you win some and lose some huh! Oh, and please forgive my grammar, lack of capitalization, and/or use of colloquial english. you see my dear, when it comes to pretention, I just don't give a damn. I'll be the one enjoying my rare rye whiskey with a box of shells and cheese. so sue me!
I think i'm a softer, matter, version of this manifesto. I'm a little brow-beaten, I'm not gonna lie. But, despite years of wear, there is still a gleaming nugget of curiosity, and stubborn idealism nestled in my tattered little heart.