i_lost_that_foto_of_you fyn gula this could be blood flowing from the wounds i have managed to sustain in the endless battle. youth against maturity. resposibility against apathy. reality against delusion. is it not always we find ourselves sword in hand? shield extended? but not all of us choose to endure the cumbersome armor. yet, this is the exchange that leaves us most vulnerable. steel cuts skin unprotected. angry, burning, unconcerned damage and it is only the dogs who really act concerned, licking, but so much from compassion. i cringe at the thought this could possess original intention. pain is too easy to acquire otherwise. 020225 ... nomatter when i say lost, I probably mean that i shredding it into unrecognizable peices and lit the pile of shit on fire. 030928 what's it to you? who go blather from