December 18, 2007
Anything that takes you out of yourself is true to the extent that it touches the end before it reaches my sedan heedless of creation and misanthropic listlessness. I am often listless in my stream of consciousness. Why do the pilgrims always go to the same spaces. What is this or the other mention that holds us tight and leaves us without mention of anxious umbrellas. What didnít make it to the top sellers? Have we overlooked something important here? Where does god figure in all of this? Oh night of Christian expectation and exploitation. If this were the place.