.atomic number 79.
oh the great woes of self-publishing content on an artistic and ironic level of manufacture.
life gets in the way. my head gets in the way. my lack of education gets in the way. OH. and sleep too. i gots to sleep. that is in my way as well.
anyways. i think i have got to migrate this to a more honest more me more identity-driven (is that EGO? Nah.) space. BUT I DONT KNOW. this is why i am confused.
i think i need a hug.
until then. we dance.