some significant error has brought you here.

i seem to have understood not just the "why", but also the "what" of paper bag entertainment.

we live in a small world of large chairs.

a life of purple and blue, i dream for you, only for you.

the mind is a vase with two openings, one at the top, and one at the bottom.

a will is always a ways away

i see no point tying knots if they always end up coming undone.