i have my own demons and so do you, and to me it seems like that would be the mind control theatre thread of the week, but it never comes up. So other than dissecting my television and molars looking for hidden transmitters and spending late nights feeding my own bios-spheres, the idea is like, we have these non cool hypserpace beings, and it's just business as unusual? To me, I just don't know what to do about about the endless heartache that is my life, other than trudge, a petitioner, surely onward unto oblivion, and some strange heaven of love, the lost, and the never to return.
am i the only one here? By God, I'll wonder about that for a while today.