My path has led me to the great hallway of life. All the closed doors. People I talk with seem to be having conversations with someone else in the room. Like I'm invisible not being included into the plan.  I'm bored with it I can't even motivate myself to be cynical.  I went hiking yesterday saw penis art painted along the trail.  The wild man and his penis.  The world of pretense is the ultimate boner killer.  The lost tribe of penis has welcomed new members. The modern world is on a penis seek and destroy mission.

It's not what you think it's what you believe.  Patricia '96