where i am at -------------------------

The persistent of memory  Salvador Dali

i am in the spiral of real and non reality , where i look at myself in the mirror and there is something behind my eyes , hiding , waiting to come out , i am not sure what will  emerge something dangerous , and yet she is lethal with her words and gentle with touch . in ways the true me not afraid of what others think of her , crazy , " special " words because other get scared because of my random smile . my weirdness is an acquired taste .   i will create a winter to unmask you forever you will never know what i did to you  i found my rhythm , i found my weapon of choice ------ words   my words  unlimited supply of run on sentence , and improper verb usage my rules and i never play fair  i cheat and tease until i win and i always do --- you may not  like the set up you may not like the rules , but i do not care  , i will unleash unto you  the wrath and when all is said and done you are better for the massacre i put you through in my insidious nature .


see what come out when i listen to music  


right off the cuff while i was studying   the true mark of a multitask er   cak