Emancipate yourselves from mental slavery.

"the real art of conversation is not only to say the right thing at the right time, but also to leave unsaid the wrong thing at the tempting moment."

just fuck me runnin. ~sigh~ I'm frickin tired and I don't want to think about a coke soaked fetus . ok. Unfair and rude to say. But, a good point to ponder nonetheless.

I've logged on, locked in, and bolted the door. And now, I have no idea what to say. I will start with this, a poem:

The greater cats with golden eyes
Stare out between the bars.
Deserts are there, and different skies,
And night with different stars.
(from The King's Daughter, 1930) Vita Sackville-West

ciao~