What if this is a lie? Everything between us blurred, the lines frayed like wires, snapped, ripped, shredded; the very fabric of our existence some frail fraudulent epic on the edge of some vicious tongue? Do you believe me still? Can you, without proof?

Oh my do I feel better. A bike ride and a cheese sandwich can always save a day from total ruin.

I'm thinking I may go through some old notebooks, pull out what I can, make some sense of it.

Yeah, and I'm thinking of doing some research tonight (after studying history, of course), thinking I might look into publishing. Not getting my hopes up or anything, just checking it out. Seeing what it's all about, that kind of thing. You know. Stuff.

I'll walk into the air and float away, a glittering pair of feet, a golden patch of sun eye patch over my eye. I'll walk into the air and vanish.

Where the fuck did all the food go? Oh, the tum-tum tumbles.

you so should look into publishing. i think i should start writing some of my stuff on here. i think i could use the feedback. but you are in deed a great writer. i love it
vans

True, bikerides and cheese sandwhiches help.