the usual.

tonight is gonna be one of those nights where not everything has to be spell checked and laid out well. where here i can just let the barge sail..

hurting people, in any measure to any degree, inflicts a wound as grievous if not worse on ones self.

and people are starting to understand that we are each other. but still not clear enough to understand that we live each other.

i don't always make sense, but i don't always have to.

and i don't now. but i live, and i'd like to think i live you.

round and round. we go.