reading this yes, no.. maybe so? perhaps not quite a hello but a rinky dink greeting of sorts, the kind that goes unseen like a tree that falls in the forest.



there are many things unseen and unheard, words without feeling and feelings without words . times change and rearrangements make their mark. cold concrete sits stark in the night. an orange glow beneath each streetlight.


nobody knows that the cold wind blows in the throes of the night.. nary a person in sight.







and now....

it with grace and privilege that i bid ado to the reader of the feed that i have typed to you.

good-day



i shall return soon enough to you

good-bye my love my reader my feeder.



i really do appreciate your time and consideration


farewelll!


I



back.


The world is dark. My future is bleak. No music or words of affection to be heard. Only betrayals, lies, suicidal fantasy, thoughts of imprisonment, and death. Nobody to hear the words you feel so deep. Weeping alone, nobody will ever know. Systematic deprivation and disruption of the natural state. Wills imposed without mercy or understanding. Death. I feel as if i am already dead. A corpse waiting to rot