uh, i read somewhere that there actually exist ppl who believe that no man has ever set foot on the moon. jesus, conspiracy theory is fun, but some folks are too gullible, like charles manson put it: you don't have to be so gullible that you eat everything that you're fed. and that from a crazy killer hippie. but as i've said there is nowhere to run. so lets take em all out. kill everyone now. well, spare the pandorians. but do come and conspire with me. we'll win someday and there will be no swill. you don't want to be so open-minded that your brains fall out. but walk a crooked mile in my shoes. upfront and downright, or just around the bend? you call the shots and i'll call in the dogs. i've quit carrying guns and i've washed my mouth, but the words might be dirty. a singular form is not desireable. comments? i thrive on them, i'm a vampire for your response. what i miss? most often the point. but sometimes the point is that there is no point. life is weird, get a grip. barbedwire kisses or nice, gentle love making? uhah. when your love for life is total, every song is a love song. punkrock more than most. crass, dk, NMN. but so, what about thejazz? i read and i write. freedom is mine once in a while. but the stars... shine on without me. see you round, then.