I hate how specific I always need to be.

Cork sounded better then man-hole cover, those steel round ones on the streets. It really feels like a man-hole cover. because the thing underneath is flowing, not like a bottle. But like its a part of my spirit, and connected to the through-out of me.

But cork sounded better.

---i'm going to sleep, maybe when I wake up I will have more control over the me part.---