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.

My work on poetry and fiction is hardly enough and by the end of the year a shot will be fired into the book stores.

I don't want to post really don't

Now is the time to do other things in life

Life being a rather short time

Not strictly for advertisementality

A bit more visionary than money

I'm talking to you

You out there in Net Life

Your life in a blur

Forgetting who you are 

The basics of human life

And you must come on down.

My deepest respect for Lex and this message is for everyone.

Holy than you!