i was sitting in my kitchen on the verge of inspirado, that appeared to be just barely out of reach, but at the same time maybe it was just a mirage. i was eating mozzarella cheese and it was 2:40some am. there was a spider on the roof n chandelier. . this is not a poem. this is not art. this is not an inspirational quote. it just happened. 

i should get back into bloggin again. . . .