when i write, assume. i really don't leave the audience a choice besides to assume. i write as if i don't have an audience, when the audience is actually intended to be myself. myself is expecting a few intruders, so i've been warned to remain on the discreet side of story/plight telling.

anyway, when i write and you choose to read, bring your biases and preconceptions. bring your intuition and your fabulous luggage to use as references. ponder with your presuppositions. i don't really give you a choice; i speak in the human code. former behaviors, things sound and look familiar because of the simple fact that they are. people repeat themselves. people are just alike, though they spend their entire lives attempting to distinguish themselves. you'll be alone, and feel alone; but you'll never actually be alone. reality is full of contradictions. truth is too. that seems like it doesn't make sense, but it really does. truth is multi-faceted. truth varies depending on where and whom it is coming from or being interpreted by. truth is open ended, but clear/concise simultaneously.

done with the recording of my rant for now, but it persists in my mind.

i just wanted to share, before i move on to the inspiring everyday activities that life bring (laundry), that i HATE cigarettes. there is also a strong disdain in my chest for the people who smoke inconsiderately. if you chose to inhale the poisonous smoke of death with a stink that stains your hair and clothing unmistakably, then by all means...proceed. why, oh WHY, do you feel the need to subject innocent, by-standing, unwelcoming faces to the putrid odor of your rotting insides through the exhalation of the carbon-dioxide laced GASES? WHY?! ugh.

and i'm off. peace & love.

what is love? does the fact that i ask that question prove that i need it? or just that i want it? or just that i want to know? hmm. bye.