pretty a poem as yet unsung, free to ride the wings of my own creation-and yes pictures seep through the cracks i see some crazy images only i could chase staring through my closed waking eyelids. but at least it's interesting. it's always fucking interesting. and i am not frightened of visioned voices maybe it has something to do with my ability to break dvd players with wandering thoughts maybe i am a gift maybe i am my own God, my own something to believe in.

Happy.