It's 5AM,why am I awake.Have the tides shifted and set my pre-Cambrian blood to a new rhythm.So many people feel that they hold their destiny.Not I.I feel small and cast upon the ever moving sea.
serpen:
I work with a guy that won't shut the fuck up.It's all inane useless stuff like oil changes and smoke detectors.He also points to a body part if it correlates to his story.If he has an idea (rarely) he will point to his head.If he speaks about emotions he will point to his heart.So far,thank God,he has not pointed to his dick.