Clearly I am loosing my mind.
No wait, that's not true. I haven't lost anything.
Clearly I missed something somewhere in the fine print.
What is really going on here? Am I the only one who sees it? I mean, christ, it's so visable...so...there. Always has been. Always will be. Nothing can soothe it, nothing can make it stop, nothing can make it go away. And yet, no one sees it. Two and two equals four. Four equals too many. Make sense yet? Doubt it ever will.
My stomach is in knots everyday. Right now. And no one sees it. KNOTS.
"Time is a low..//Don't you know?" gorillaz--"every planet we reach is dead"
"I said you dont know what worry is. I dont know what it is. I dont know whether I am worrying or not. Whether I can or not. I dont know whether I can cry or not. I dont know whether I have tried to or not. I feel like a wet seed wild in the hot blind earth." Dewey Dell--Faulkner-- As I Lay Dying
Why is the entry public? Because not much else is. No crappy comments please, and no flash photography. The flashes hurt my eyes, and apparently I'm blind enough. (Like that sweet melodramatic line? It's 540 in the morning, I deserve it.)