i try to lighten up but i can't for long.

the imp of the possible.

it's hard to talk about the 80's. i don't even remember. i remember old mother reagan, and then my mind just folds in.

oh my god he sells ideas. who doesn't.

progress hath no need of freedom.

seed mind meld.

sometimes i wunda,

what's goin' on with miss ex? how much, how much, how much longer?

the joys of young werther.