no excuse for my neglecting this here outlet for my mangled and stifled emotions.
we've been typing away, fingers on a rampage, but not here.
typing stories that dig up things i'd rather not investigate,
hence the dirt on them.
brush, brush, brush it off.
some visits, some ideas, some cataclysmic events.
but that's no excuse, either.
they spotted a UFO over a chinese airport.
all of a sudden, my life made sense again.
things to do:
formally renounce catholic faith, mainly for shits and giggles.
oh, and for women everywhere.
i make enemies to break enemies.
also, donate some bone marrow, sort some lives out and fix my own.
where am i? no excuse.
and you'd think that, after all of this,
after all the patience, actions, and right words dropped at the right time,
you would have fallen in love with me by now.
no excuse.
