It’s hard to tell these days which way that we are falling. I’m not sure anymore what’s right or what is wrong. It hurts to feel, to think, to know I may be nothing. But then again, I’ve been wrong before. I’ve opened up my eyes just to wish that I’d stayed blind. It’s hard to fathom just how fast we all are spinning. It’s hard to know that there’s a heaven beyond hell. It burns a hole right through my soul to think it’s ending. But, then again, I’ve been right before. I’ve opened up my eyes just to find out you’re all blind! Blacken out the sky and let the arrows fly! It’s never over … not ’til it’s over! Outside looking in, when do the nightmares end? Over and over … until it’s over.

The End!

Meanwhile, just eep the faith, my friends. If you’re still walking upright and are alive to be reading this post, IT’S STILL NOT OVER … NOT ‘TIL IT’S OVER!

Oh, and BY THE WAY …

i AM a “PERFECT MISTAKE”!

It’s taken all of the people in the history of my family tree, and the masterful compilation of their comings and goings, hunting and gathering, scavenging and foraging, falling and rising, destroying and building, sinking and swimming, killing and conquering, lying and truth telling, silence and screaming, plus some perfectly imperfect genetic coding to create this glorious fucking STORM I am.

(“My Perfectly Mistaken Quarters“)