wait your turn princeton, i promise it's not pretty.

We could size it up... call it cupid....cut the wings from his back.  I would not be sad...i would not be full of anymore angst than I already am....I have always been.  It's a shame this summer has brought you into light...it is a shame.  My deeds are less and more insidious these days.  I have proven to not think... to not feel.... to stand still at all cost.  I am looking for a heart to tear apart.... to leave in pieces... so that I might examine the "how to" instruction manual...a single allen wrench for easy assembly. It's that easy.

This is my kingdom of notebook....an "out there" that few venture to... virtually none that I know.  So I break even and promise good things when i can't even see past the dashboard.... i can't f'n see shit these days.

j-