Well, here I am again at the end of yet another month with nothing but a few more wrinkles and a little bit more old age to show for it. Oh well, beats sitting out in the sand dunes waiting for the prophet to come, but who's to say that's not exactly what I'm doing.

The sun shines bright on la molina, and burns off the fog from the pacific ocean. That oceans a big damn banshee by the way, it could rise up and swallow all of mankinds creation anytime it damn well pleased. Maybe that wouldn{t be a bad thing.

i{m so tired I can{t think straight anymore. I{m too apathetic to search for the key that makes an apostrophe. The world is spinning wildly around me. The only focus I have is on some small dark corner of this padded room. Even that seems to be slipping, maybe it{s all just an illusion.

Tomorrow I{ll wake up and have the sons and daughters of the wealthy and privaledged stand up and scream at me. I know more than they do, but they don{t want to listen. Oh well, it{ll be their loss in the end, but I can{t help but think and wonder what kind of world would we live in if anything more than 2% of a person{s total life knowledge could be passed along to any other person.

Then comes a rest day, brief oblivion. I hope you enjoy it as much as I expect to.

See you on the other side of nothing....

The End