For Brian

I like to read through each page because it illustrates every detailed stage that induced this blinding red rage towards the  concept of age.  Try to picture every word like it defined each and every one of my experiences but they can never tell me what I need to know unless it's under the notion of becoming furious.  Some days I find myself waking up into a thought of just being, bi-curious, always trying to sway to the commotion, painting a picture full of explosions, so I can stick my nose in but always have the ability to step out.  Cleverly observing neutrally, this movies film reels keep playing over and over like luck only comes packed wit the cliqued four leaf clover.  Hasn't that been done before, is all I say while viewing the curtains of the stage being closed to entertain our thoughtless brains.  Some of us try to improve, you call that art, others of us just absorb, now that was great, but a few of us improvise, finding ourselves through the density of a medium.  The world hasn't gotten any smaller, and we have been telling the same story for countless years, the only thing that is left anymore is a decaying stadium that fills with many fears.  I never grew by watching, just nurtured myself.