This time in place i dont kno what to think......thinkning is more than that of a subconciousnes work of art. Now more of a burden and difference between many choices of which we make undecisivley. Much like the age this is. Nothing is really free; this true. But once for once would we be free to wonder without consequences, strickening, nails ripping and blood rising. Numb to all but pain, for this is what and how i live breathe and live what is said to be an oninous objsect never reallt seen called life. This and in this is all what we are. Nothing grand, for they may be greater, but still ourselves. And with out knowing it with all the cuts screams dissorientations dissfigurations and imperfections we are us and we kno deep inside no matter how deep, this is who we are stuck with, no matter the needles chizzles and plastics. What we see is nothing compared to what you yourself know about you. This is who you are stuck with, deal with it, hate it , love it, you have no choice......