disclaimer and precursor to the afformentioned statement (to be read before afformationed statement;)

I don't know what all this mumbo jumbo is about. Author had a very fucked up night and somehow made it home with out a DWI or a knife in the back. I don't think I've ever feared being stabbed before, but before it was never real...something you only read in books and translated into your own reality...but those stories in your books must have started somewhere. And this is where they begin...with a dash of common sense and two tablespoons self worth, you might be able to go somewhere

p.s. this is not a way to communicate. there's no contact besides your eyes with the screen...and that's not a part of your body you'd want to touch anywhere else anyway)

p.p.pxs. to the other dear author on this blog, keep up your hard work...you will make it to somewhere that you want to be and have the things you want to have as long as you continue to dream. Never give that up. Stay Gold Ponnygirl.

I almost feel embarassed to say anything else. Isn't that weird? At the moment when you want to choke something up most, it just stays stuck in your throat maybe even until it kills you? How do we go back to normal life after this? I don't know the answer. If you could have one last thing to say in your entire life and you knew you weren't going to the afterworld, what would it be? Would you make a statement or would you decline it entirely? two choices. the movie part of you wants to say something really important that would end up in a book you would have been assigned if you were still alive. The other part of you though? I don't know if we really think about it that much? What does the part of you want that the world can't give it? That part does exist, we just sometimes neglect to acknowledge it because it doesn't fit in with the ideas of ourselves in society. Find that part and don't let go. It'll take you to come interesting places. IT is the part that dreams. and IT is the part that wishes. and IT IS the part that will save you when you don't think you can save yourself. It's the yourself that is the individual in the most rich sense of the word. Just think about what makes you happy? Why is it that that does it for you? Just maybe it's because it triggers that inner you that no one else sees. And I believe it's this inner you that everyone struggles to identify throughout their whole entire life. What would happen if you could end that process and really know who you are? The options are endless. Your life can divide how you choose. It's so simple and we're all still stuck. Well if you feel like proving 'em wrong, you've got the tools. Don't be afraid to use them. Stick that on a magnet and sell it. And we drift.