life grinds. its like two sand papers rubbing against each other. the noise you can't stand...the friction is overwhelming. the pain is bearable. the defiance is not. you complain till the point you know nothing gets through. you stop uttering the redundant lines, as if it was already not enough. if you try to move the pencil with our mind and it don work, well it don work. no matter how many minds no matter which pencil. its amazing if not hysterical. as in its past the point of cribbing, now its only regret. you have a picture in your head, but realistically it never lives up to the actual scene. disappointment i have been the one to cause generally, but when a disappointment is disappointed, heh, it is just plain sad. so i have no complains no qualms, nothing, just nothing. rhetorical questions i have had enough of. now i don't care anymore.