Can't talk pros tonight, don't know why, so buckle up and ignore what you can't understand (chances are, I don't get it either). Clink-buckle up, grab the belay, we're riding on wet seats and our asses are on the line--lines drawn by rope, hanging by threads, all scrambling to reach the top; thanks for being there to catch me. And how many times did I stumble? The mapped-out course just aint the one for me. hell, I'll grab whatever comes my way and step on every place there is to stand and stretch for every goddam dream I ever wanted to touch; determination; detrimental to today's youth and tomorrow's future, so I guess I should let go now and fall down; start over; cover my hands in the soot of our society, the chalk that makes these cracking streets and plastered faces.If only I could stretch a little further, reach a little higher. Climb on and climb in, we're racing for a spin-out when all things blur; see the image in the newest trend camera phone; qaulity probably none. If you can see straight, you're facing the wrong direction. If there's someone sitting next to you, chances are you're alone. In the end this might all be worth it; after all, it's the ending that really counts. So count your pennies and pay the toll as we enter the darkness, the noise, and watch our greatest fears on a screen; back of the mind wondering- how close do I dare get? what does it mean, what do i do, what will they say? Why does the scary stuff always happen in the dark? I could tie this rope around my neck, but then that might defeat the purpose. I'll leave this Sentence to the King. Went rock climbing with Nik and the drive-in with Steve; thanks for the company. : ) Carrie