i don't know

and the list can go on enlessly.

well, i know some things.

avoidance, responsibilities met and evaded. the unenviable position.

well, haven't we all.

and into these things we all go. as if there were some choice.

life, precious, no matter how manifest. and we, the luckiest of all, what do we do with it?

i've never said something as true. as trite. but the water...along the surface, those dancing on the meniscus. well, we could learn.

water.

and the noun that goes here in the game of mad-libs.

there's nothing to say.

love conquers all

trite truism.

and that's all she wrote.

these things suck. time to smoke some ativan.