My rotten heart is trying to punch a hole in my ribcage.

Sydney is in heat and I am blind with circles and hours. I stood at the station while they wept on the train and I waved untill my hand was a cartoon blur and I loved it once and once was not enough to save anything.Not really.Not if you want to look at it that way.

Freedom from emotional blackmail.Untouchable tonight.

Let us charge our glasses to all that is unfinshed within us.To all that we never quite reach.I fear that if the challage of My glaring inperfections was taken from me I would Keel over dead.There would be nothing left to strive for you see…..

I got a month and 2 days to hit the stage running.I am watching ALOT of boxing videos and overtraining.Blackie is gonna be home any second.Nanda flies in in 48hours.

I am feeing a bit too hyper to be sitting here so I am gonna go for a run.

I got soooo much to tell ya’ll but……Later.

SF4L.
Michele.