the devices that divide the line.

you may pull the trigger that changes your life, but will you ever donate your time, even an ounce of your life that is left to be shaped. this is the first of perhaps many steps that our lives are always taking in the darkness of our own ignorance, setting ourselves up for the kill, and through whatever means whatever that means. I like to write, and write creatively as I choose, even as I take the steps to handle a different set of writing standards. these weary discussions grow fat and petulant about this or that. the Toys in my Head is the collection of short stories that I am currently trying my damnedest to finish and compile, as well as edit to perfection in between bouts of understanding that thing called 'write', and always fighting the urge to be wrong. like the clown derives pleasure from the fuck-up, inhaling the estranged lifestyle marked by a pale lost look in the eyes, and sometimes it takes the humor to push back the darkness with the sound somewhere close to laughter.