June 22, 2002 :: we will build great works just to break them down.

if forever was even on the map. things could be simpler than this swinging door shit. where i know in and out like everything exists in relation to me. and slightly sorry sometimes to say, this isnt science, honey. when the laws have dropped me off with the cleanest disregard.

there are places when numbers stop making sense. [threes bolt faster than the speed of sound on speed]. when colors run into one another. [even mandarin sings the bed time blues]. when words are reinvented, (ie. born again). [congratulations. its a.. verb!]

we are living proof: not all mistakes are careless.