The more i stand here bleeding the bigger the picture. i feel as the egg to the vessel is and waiting, i'm waiting sheltered, they the virility, they the man-chores i don't like this feeling. i know longer i no longer know if i see the forest for the trees or if i forgot what a tree was. Am i the (wo)man who mistook his wife for a hat? i see the fresh PALM Pilots dashed whole from the Rock, i try not to look where they pile up. We have a heavy continent, kids.