life always imitates art, linkletter, but i digress, egress, and away we go, but oftentimes, words come back, there's only so many ways to put them together, permutations, connotations, combinatorics, and finding out the limit of connections, of phrases, of sentences and paragraphs, but then they start to repeat themselves, and you begin to wonder, or you stop wondering where you'd heard that before, if you've already told this tale to these people, or was it someone different, or was it a different story, but it all comes back, two year cycles, 52 day cycles, lunar and solar, high tide and others, but patterns and tradition, repitition like tesselations, thanks sqaure TV, whatever happened to degrassi high, but i digress, i wish, instead i forge onward on a path i've walked before, but don't know it yet