2nd Sept, 2005

im in search for an identity
we're searching for an identity
we're dying to be part of something
to be identidied
to be defined

overflowing glasses of whiskey in a flight through space

needs must sense
needs must hence
(on the move)

opened my eyes to an inspired world.

three men symbolizing nothing at all started to run through the crowd. the crowd reacted to them like they were wild fire. the crowd began to churn, and overturn. if there was no point to these words, how is it that they were written, with force felt?
intense, forceful meaninglessness.