Sink me into the day and wrap my blunders into something more worthwhile. Living to grasp what bits of feathered thought might turn this into more than just a dream. Something real, the tangible spot, the piece of someone lying on the floor choking on an ash for half an hour thinking this is the horror, The end has come, I'm really doomed! Makes me happy 'cause no your not, it's hilarious, not terrible and after it's over I'm still laughing years later at an almost death. Why is that so damn funny?! These are the moments that give my ribs their breathing time sucking it all up in glee. today is the first out-pour of a new deviant.