"Pen to point, lip to skin.
What comes from me, comes from within.
Purpose with reason, a self recreation.
Each process a child, to my mind (the space station).
A vertigo of life, an exertion of death.
Each pain we endure, is a response to each breath.
A proem to my person, is a key with no door.
With each passing emotion, there'll be another, or more . ."

"Beginning or End" - 2/5/00

2/8/00 -I think the pressures of life are like a double-edged sword, and never fully wanted, or disregarded. The gaps of day/night are broad and narrow; the wish for these to be imbued, and sometimes drained, is random. Life-control is a haphazard machine, and it will make, and break.