ones mind is a tool box.
In that it does not so much matter what tools are inside,
But what you use them for
And how creative you are in your implementations.

hope is not but uncertainty in disguise

our disposable society (a few lines of very bad white boy rap)
you reformat pour hard drive when it gets to full
you get a divorce when your marriage gets old
you watch as a diaper spins down the drain
when you’re crazy you would throw out your very own brain