who am i to be thought of?
i feel so lonely sometimes, dont we all?
Caught up in these soil-bound vessels.
trapped in misconception.
"Life is pain!" wesley exclaims to his love. Or was it the pirate to the slut?
it's many things, joy, sorrow, filled with purpose, emtpied of sanity.

life is such that pain must dictate, the evaluation not the instance.
i suppose joy too is a cause of change though half as strong.

her name was lithograph...tbc

at work i broke 2 plates and proved someone wrong. good day on the job.
farewell for now.