title of champions

alright all you headstealers out there. three things. my neck is doing much better its job of keeping me grounded.

three things just seems like too many. something's up though. and something right, too. if dreams aren't coming true, intentions are at least. and they're coming off real well. they come off before any second guessing, you know.

but see, i can't even do it anymore. it's like being covered in mud. when you've been in mud all day it doesn't seem so bad to stick your head back in it and roll around getting a new thick covering. sometimes that feels better than the old mud crusting up in your joints. but once you've showered...

i don't feel like getting in the mud again. especially because i don't feel assured that i will be able to clean myself off again at my whim. i might forget where the shower is. i might never make it.

oh, but the differences. amazing; and i feel grounded. (this all in contradiction with the above) i still may only be hanging from the cliff with one hand, but it's superman's hand, and at any moment i could let go and then speed off towards the stars, or maybe i'm only holding on with one hand, and i'm not a superhero, but my hand is being held by lance armstrong or someone equally reliable but with less of a pun of a name.

anyway, i have to close up the store and accelerate around in my new car.

bye-o!