• I throw discs out in the wood. I try to miss the missunderstood. Instead, I sometimes stay locked in my head. Filled with thoughts of dread and the final days. With all this power you think there would be a better way. Searching in the grass, in the mud, or wherever I may have flown. Just another thing to be unknown. Abrupt, corrupt, and I am just plain out of luck. The real question? What the ********?! Forget why, all it does is make me wonder more why. How? 'bout now. With the sweat from my brow, from all this travel just now, I shall! I will and won't ever. For ever and never. Maybe forget it more. Force thoughts out, but you always come back. It is something to be relentlessly attacked.