freedom snapper

the little red x that closes everything, never lets me get a thing done. too many buttons to push, too many strings to detach, and too many chords to assemble. the chains i bound myself too have never known this freedom to wander, blunder and float about as if in space but massy. the freedom given by choices ignored creates the state of sneeze that only a blog can handle. its a cop out, you all have one, and now i do so i don't let the snot mix with the rules of the FB. we can speak of it, if you wish, but we won't acknowledge it as a lifesucker any longer. the little red squigglies make a point to say i'm wrong. same with the carton of empty brown cow on top of the fuze glass. it makes sense because i'm looking at it, but in the former view i will forget very easily. its gonna be weird and its gonna be pure snot and if you get it, congrats you deserve the triple-to-low five. its amazing if you let me show you, if Tif lets it out. i'll make it count, because i'm sick of the wall i hit or break, if i ignore the wall it'll most likely still be there when i turn around again. there's always walls, but this one is stretching beyond what i can see. i guess i'll just paint on it.