Another friday at home

Home is a odd word. It should mean where the people I enjoy are.

my family no? Thats in STL

Friends? No, Missouri, Canada, Michigan, Rhode Island, Texas and some here I suppose.


I don't really know.

The More Things Change

The more they stay the same.


I understand less and less. I've become destabilized, a constantly shifting image is always becoming. Did you know how I would perceive this? Did you find a assortment of because you liked them? Is it telling? Becoming the only thing I have really listened to for the past two weeks, I might have dwelled a bit. But you dwell also. So I wonder, is there a message? Is there purpose?

I would like to think so, because that thought makes me happy. I think the last selection is a contextulization,

At Least I offer my own disaster

Things could be different.

But there not...