What is life about? Money? Love? this shell of a physical body? I don't know, it just seems a smidge short of having real meaning. It's got to amount to more, there has to be something more. there is, but it doesn't mesh well with me being in charge so I dismiss it and act like it's not part of the picture. Anyway... b.
Posted by whitacre at March 2, 2004 01:44 PM | TrackBack