... But You Are to be Preferred...

You know what I'm thinking?


I wish I had more poetry in my life.


Or my soul.


Did I ever?


Having the usual attack. I need to do something creative so bad it hurts.


And the threat of Malaysian May Ooi looms.


And then on the very same day, I wish I could just be a grunt.


So I won't have thoughts.

Voice#1: "Keh. If you take the thoughts out of Kathryn what would be left?"
Voice#2: "The kazaana maybe?"