Life grumbles slowly on, towards bigger and better things, and I am happy to get moving. Perhaps if I tried pushing, instead of riding, I might get places faster, who knows? either way we continue to plod on towards nothing-ness with our heads in the clouds, only the occasional goth truly understands and embraces what we are marching towards. My point is this, I am going to have fun... if everyone else thinks they have to goose-step to the whim of society, thats fine... not me, if I wanna tap-dance down the road of life, who is honestly really going to stop me? It's my world, my life, and my damn shoes. What does it matter if I got a smile when I get to wherever it is we're going? Perhaps I'll get there sooner... perhaps I'll never die at all. I don't know. and don't really care. I would like to be pleasantly suprised if I do happen to kick the proverbial bucket. I don't wanna be lying in a bed somewhere with some young intern wiping my ass.