we’re all at fault

I guess the time is not right..

monday morning meetings – don’t hate

It’s so tempting to just free write vs. take minutes. stupid secretarial-type b.s. right? any-ways.. shit gets accomplished right? AND it’s my damn FRIDAY-peace!!

but alas, lemme scream into my finger types for a minute.

wait, I forgot what I was going to say. ADD. stroke victim extrodinaire. YOU know. I just wish I could tell you all where it all began. honestly & truly. without the plagerism & faux-creative writes, fake ass interests & mights.

..so I’m listening to some underground hip-hop (is that what the class is called?) well, whathave. totally reminds me of girlscout camp & fn’ skin so soft. I’m sure this kid would flip twice if I told him – haha! err. maybe I was just that cool 10 yrs ago?! yea, maybe.

::sigh:: It’s been a breath and a half. Ever think you circle life around like makos? I mean, really? Last night, I cried my eyes out till my heart was sore & then some today. Swam around those pieces and swallowed them whole. Or perhaps– it’s just that my heart beats to another sweet beat. Past lives & loves, baby.

Dude, I must’ve fucked w/ the WRONG person or killed like 1000 butterflies to deserve this shit. Or maybe this is the battle to be had– before the glory land. Please, give me some sight. I’m spinning & swirling blind. Only thing keeping me straight (& no, not the finger to the wheel against that white line..) is my faith. In what? TBD..