I know it doesn't look good, but you aren't looking hard enough, as to what is under my shoe, that I threw out the window, and is now chewed up by my cocker spaniel.

I put the device in the microwave and then..

NOW THAT WAS A CLOSE ONE!

Lost inside a room full of plastic, must I be in this? Must there be the door, the chance of never returning?!

And the great lion lifts itself onto the high hill and roars, perhaps you hear nothing now, only rumbles, new sensations, pardon me but it is getting late.

I watch the world go round and the play makes music all around are flowers and jesters yet there is solitude amidst the wacky world.

It has been so long since 2004 and the world then, but I still wish upon that star.

We men are tired of it, yea we are great, and we are men, or something like that, definitly grown from children, still eat my wheaties.

It is in bravery that we change or change will do it anyway. To expect that a world can ease the pain. As if one shot of something is a healing gun. Riding backwards if not some fun.