PEACES; I look forward to joining the ranks of the dead, despite my love for life and such. I don't mind thumbs down, so go ahead. I give you my most honest touch. I leave myself in tiny bits that spread around all things and take from you memories worth a spit and stuff I won't be saying. Don't misinterpret that to mean I'm about to kill myself. No. What I meant, to paraphrase, my friend, is I'll miss those I never did know when I go, & many people who left long ago when the winter wailed wind and summer slung snow, who I miss & hope hard I see when I've tattooed the universe with my "end", & if I am no longer "I" when my brain decays, or explodes, or rots in the rain, then so be it. Why should I pretend to be able to send my "my" beyond the bend, other than to recommend you consider how little you know the dawn that supersedes those who have 'gone', if such a thing should spawn, or the emptiness nothing condones... alone.