nothing wrong goes here, nothing bad, only the right, the public image, the dress you wear, nothing is a record for the judge here, this is where you take down, where you write what's right and nice, lest you utter those words...those...foul...but where are the guts? the guts that absorb everything into the bloodstream and the guts that let it out, will i have to cut into myself, will i have to stab inside to find any guts, just as they'd stab you outside to see if there's anything to be got? I am the vegan straight edge quaker i never was...can you tell i'm not gay? i'm not gay about anything that goes on today...the regulars...the usual guys, the gang...the crowd, buds, friends...i offered all my wealth and they will still refuse to manage it all, manage all of my anger...I asked my ex-wife to write me a recomendation letter to apply for this new job...of a religious...ministerial nature...there's nothing, but silence...growing like a cancer on someone's song...fetch me Jesus, i want to take all the parties' wine and make it into water, turn it clean again.

sebas