I don't think I can do that today and istead would like to try one of these that I havn't done recently where I just flow through my brain like a river through time and bleed out all that rubbish I see in sweat in Italy I used to swim quite often through the rivers of my brain but beginning in the softness of our suburban return to turning away I never could get it back in me and even now I fumble and stumble over my blocks and stops and spelling errors quickly swept under the digital carpet with the backspace sweeper I can't discern reality clearly anymore or evermore I question my perspective through film and story learning clouded by capital and box office return it isn't always the way it is if it is the way to make a dollar down the road I'm heading and I like film but I don't love liking film all around me in the spirals of the dynamics of psychology where I twist and turn in the questionable bedsheets and wake up constantly just before falling asleep so that I'm kept continualy crazy and insanity is that nagging that keeps whispering in your ear that it's just the way it is and it's just the way it is until you turn to your reflection and tell them to quiet down because the real show is about to begin where you tell yourself to relax and realize that insanity becomes sanity in as much time as we count ticking past us at the rate found around faces on the wrist of every corner of our round revolving world turned to dust in only seven days inclucing sunday when we rest.

PEACE - Tristan