Wednesday, February 11, 2004




there’s a lot of different ways to start off in the game. Many varied kines of motivations which can bend shape mold any one of us on this planet or even mars into so many multiple reflections of ourselves that one can get dizzy even contemplating it.

for example imagine if at the moment of your birth you had looked left instead of right. You might have seen an image of some deformed old man with like this oozing puss secreting out of his nose, rather than the doe-eyed nurse calmly looking down at you with care and affection.

On one hand is the argument that you’d be scarred for life, on the other is that a newborn babe doesn’t really know that the man is ugly by society’s standards. This relic of another time, haphazardly wandering the halls of the hospital and somehow stumbling drunkenly into the delivery room, may appear to be the most beautiful thing in the world to a being that has yet to experience anything outside the womb.

On the third hand, the tail if you will, is for the sticklers who might say that a child strait out the gate has its eyes closed anyways. Well thanks, suckers, for just blowing my whole point across the desert sand. Be that as it may, I’d like to think that the relevant point here, that, um, shit I lost it, but whatever it was, in my opinion it still stands. Tall and strong, like a redwood.

If that’s considered one the strong tall trees, in comparison to others that is. I mean, prolly an oak or like a pine tree may be considered more sturdy. Fuck if I know, whut the fuck am I some kind of like tree-ologist or some shit? shit.