somewhere, i am still happy and hopefull. i believe einstein was right about this. and so i reach through these curved walls and see what i find. i will continue to search. its not as masturbatory as it may seem. i want you all to come with me. if i can find the secret. i wont copywrite it or trademark it. i will make you all lick it off my lips with the simplest of kisses. fall like the snow or the ashes of hiroshima, into my arms. dreams never end. they remain caught up in our undersouls, catching and ripping the seams of our seamless modern lives.
i am property owned by a forgetton or long dead owner. happy birthday baby jesus, send my bar bill to the vatican.