That's a fact, Jack

Joe loved "A History of Violence"

that is all.

actually, it's not.
something is up. the restlessness that usually plagues me during spring has made a rather dramatic and ill-timed appearance in my life.

it's fucking autumn. i should not be like this.
i feel like joining the circus, but not really.
i need something to do. someone to do it with. and somewhere at which to do it.

jeez. 
my mind is flying.
it's like i'm tweaked out or something.

:: where does it go ::