just because you can do somethings better than others is no reason to brag or make people feel small...if you can't do things as good as others then all you can do is try...there really is no reason to beat yourself up because of failure...

the only real failure is not trying the best that you can...simple thoughts about simple things about simple ideas that simply don't relate to any thing that makes you happy is a question of honesty and truism...

the truth is...are words that occupy my mind at all times day and or night...what difference these words make to someone else is unimportant to the outcome of the question...ahhh...what the heck is this post about and what has it got to do with anything...? good question and I'm glad you asked. It shows that you've read this far and your intriged by the answer to this question...

Consider the lilies of the field...what lilies of what field...if you can't beat them join them...beat who and join what...all valid questions but more to the point at hand where do all the flowers go long time passing...and does your bubblegum lose it's flavor on the bed post over night...

the last question is a matter of taste, so to speak...the only way to find out would be to stick that wad of slime back in your mouth the next day...gross...but I digress...or is that regress...or maybe I should digest...no wait if I digest then I must eat my own words...

hey this is me and some thought processes that tingle threw the brain after 72 hours without sleep...sucking up coffee which I really shouldn't drink because it makes the nerves just a little bit tight...

I hope this post doesn't seem pointless because because because he's a wizard if ever there was...yada yada yada...does anyone else spend countless hours awake thinking...and or writing...

total giberish I know but when your sleepless and confused and terrified and lost and hoping and wishing the strangest things cross your mind whether they make sense well that's entirely up to the reader...I could fill libraries with the stuff I come up with...I love to write I write everything I usually don't share but since I came to this forum

I write here anything that I can think of because other wise it stays in here or it goes there oh sorry you can't see can you well I pointed to me head and then I pointed to the garbage bin...

what a thought I just had maybe my head is the garbage can and the garbage can is my head...tranculent idologies of the repressed imaginings of an obsessed mind...

that being said...where does this leave the soul of the parented parentless child or for that matter the parents of the parented parentless child...

I think we all understand the synopses of my brain under pressure...am I unique...I think not...there are many people who think these thoughts and still cope with everyday life...running around in dazy hazy circle and thriving just fine ...so why can't I?

What happened to my coping mechinisms? where'd the healthy normal sensable person go...lol laughing in the face of danger...that should be someone's sig...

as a matter of fact has anyone got a cig...cigarettes...another device to kill ourselves slowly with...we human's have so many ways of self-destruction it's surprising that we still exsist and now we're reaching to the stars to venture into that great unknown to bring our death and destruction to other life forms...aren't we just ever so helpful...

what if ...oh...oh no, he's here so Ive gotta go see you all on the flip side...

Is this better _Sky...I'd do anything for you guys...just ask...