I havent written anything lately, i feel on the verge of a great idea but i just cant reach it, the words and images are swirling around just outside my feild of view and understanding, its 5 oclock in the mourning, im wide awake, this happens all the time, ill suffer the reprocutions tommorrow, but its worth it. There is a time at night quite late where the world is quite, where all the bad energy is asleep. My mind clears my body relaxes and i get alot of my hardcore thinking done, i have no priorities because no one is awake to remind me of them. Good thing she isnt a light sleeper, or maybe she jus pretends to sleep while i type way. Im going no where with this, as unconfuse and relaxed as i am i still cant seem to get my thoughts confined in one area of my brain enough to spout anything worth .......spouting.