You think, you speak... you wander, you crave... you search for meaning you search for love. You say you love and hate and maple syrup lables follow the species to the grave... you ask forgiveness you ask for respect you find the ones you know the best. Its all so sad its all so real, its all an illusion cast from the reeling.. ask youself now, why is the atomic nature of thought without any origin we can dictate, why do we think others have an answer... its the absurd nature kicking the tires of our ball spinning in oblivion... ask yourself...

Crimson clear, drawing a flower viscous. Dreamt and unkempt rallying with the day, hollows gaurded by infinity whispering to you, nigh and high swatting about with newspaper rolled, passing with everything thing else i know or knew. Never really matter, never even happen the way we thought anyway. Wisdom draws the curtain back, locks up the answers the doors turns back and leaves you to your own device. Magnetic polarization and happiness take sides seriously, and we just keep going along with it all...