Blest are those who blood and judgement are so well commingled that they are not a pipe for fortune's finger to sound what stop she please. Give me that man who is not passion's slave and I will wear him in my heart's core.

That's it. That is where I'm at, where I've been, and where I will remain. This is a choice mind you, I understand this. Actually no. I won't be that deliberate about this. It might not be a choice. Ever here the saying (I forgot who said it right now), some people were born with a foot in the grave. Well I hope that's not me, but if you replace grave with institution, that might work better. Then again, I'm of the school that says that if someone calls themselves crazy, they're not. And I'm not crazy. It's everyone else that I worry about.

I will write about how it sucks that it's snowing in May, and that breaking up is hard to do (especially with ex's, over and over and over and), but as of right now, I've got some things on my mind. Like for example, am I really closer to fine when I just don't think about something and rather become like Lao Tzu's analogy of water? I think so, but see, other people get pissed. I'll get into that more later.

Thanks for having me.

coming soon - morality, why don't we get shut of it?

no this is a test. this is only a test.