Ah, one of those days when I want to shatter into a million pieces and fly out across the universe and hopefully evolve into something more useful and clean. One of those days when I feel like a pretty piece of oblivion could be my finest lover ever. Shouldn't I follow the genes glowing along the rails of that yellow brick runway and crashdive through the blue until I touch black? Wouldn't it be better to go out with a bang or a wild ride? It almost seems better to drive until I seize than to wade the dark waters until I tire and sink.

Our lives are like bank accounts that keep losing interest. Death gets less shocking the older you get. I want my death to mean something, but I don't




That quote I found the other day....