caught in the seat of my pants

go get something else.

missing the next best thing

trailer, quiet, go....

no words come

I stretch out my hands to thee:

my soul thirsts for thee like a

parched land...

Teach me the way i should go

for to thee i lift up my soul.

(Psalms, 143.6,8.)

i cannot be held responsible for what i see

and the things that come from this sighting.

i can be held responsible for how i react, but should not be judged

your eyes are drunk

my heart is sober

there is still a hunger

the magic of true life

if you see my wife, tell her im not coming home tonight.

if all else fails i shall make amends for wall clocks