freewrite.

i can hear you ring.. and outside the window there's a haunted house- roof from where a man and his sister were thrown off by forces-unknown. horrible. truly, i can't mock tragedy. but i don't know about the unknown. i can't explain how you meant the "quoted" paradigm. i am just not awake yet to understand shit from crap. i need tea, i know that. but crows won't feed me their share of thrash. are you lost? keep writing. keep reading. keep listening. keep typing.