1.0 Increase my affinity for sunbeams somehow all you impossible distance, all your blue smoke coats me in unlikable arguements Well-placed ambiguities somehow reach out to me with magic wands, weave their wonders, have it known whether truth exists somehow or just behind the dawn all reasons come awake somehow with a final dull refining that ends nothing but begins the new already next thing the world is seeking so as not to see: Famine. War. Disease. too timely slaughter and the other more difficult truths Somehow a blind man scales a building with his bare hands and leaps into the air with just wings to guide him It is ourselves everyday leaping from the great height of our dreams to fall, plundered, into fresh night Stunt men falling all our lives through an endless series of canvases that crush and catch us in turn. It is my job to remind you to write some everyday lines somehow of some fool's discertation. To defend the whole horizon. Good neighbor to my heart, May devils and angels guide you. I curse you with the company of my restless mind.
Scott Krieger
July 27th, 2007