I'm a fucking snot nosed kid, with a shitty disposition. On most counts, I ignore my digits and summaries. I'd rather be surprised, when the time is right. I know that shocking isn't considered a good description for entertainment, but I have always entertained. If in secret, if in silent... If without acknowledgment, I have always entertained.
      I haven't always been so intelligent, sometimes sitting in the cold for an hour or more. Feeling the snot dripping down my upper lip, I'm too light-skinned to avoid this being obvious. And I work my way towards the inside, where it's warm. And in the meantime I used this piece of antiquity property as an ashtray, I hope that doesn't effect it's value too much. Last night in my dream, I painted a portrait of the face I'd only dreamed of before. Yet last night, I couldn't really see his face. I only had the memory of having seeing his face, and so I painted a blur to me, perfect to the other dream eyes. And for all of this, I apologize to whoever's nameless face I stilled in time.