What's ah.. What's going on.. Direct the pizza festival and working on a screenplay.. Metaphysically fighting a timeless battle with this inner-dimensional garden gnome that trolls me while in 'REM sleep'. Therefore giving me daydreams of just fuzzy grains of white n' black static; likened to that of when you would accidentally turn to channel 2 in the 90's. I drift away while reminiscing the past.. I swear sometimes I can just smell the white noise.. Guess I'm old school and/or a little on edge.. ........ Down a cold dark aley I linger.. My pondering thoughts schisms into a surefire plot.. Thoughts of betrayal... Jolted by a sound!. The sound of a bottle breaking is swallowed abruptly by the crashing of an aluminum trash can knocked over onto the pavement.. A cats "meow" follows....

Mijn Ideale Persoon: A goddess to worship and cherish..