finally up, not
quite running, i need pictures, but it's pretty much ready for the big time,
throwback to the childhood,
GI Joe always
kicked ass, best memories of my childhood, right there. back when things
were simpler, and bad guys wore blue, and world domination was an easy thing
to stop, and those blue and red laser beams coming from the M-16's, that
was true life, as well as the Phoenix and Sparrow and Sidewinder missles
on the blueprints of the XF-14 Striker. take me home, i say, and let me
roam free. opportunities, chances, too tired to even take the chance, to even
give myself the opportunity, running from confrontation, just in the lounge,
two hallways over, remembered, wondered if she would ever end up in this dorm,
and go figure she did, just not in my bed, like i'd hoped.