how many times must you prove your an angel? the weekend is winding down, but this feeling is not. Last night i saw fire sticks being juggled through the air. with numerous spectators who willfully endured the freezing air at an odd hour of the morning to see just a type of miracle. Later, the same group of strangers bounded simply by things goinf around in circles and music playing through a DVD player attached to the only T.V. in a house full of nobodys. All the odds and ends of the world mingling in the same junk drawer, having in common only the things that travels in the air by the passing of these strangers hands. oh, and maybe the same emptiness keeps them all up at night, singing hymns at three in the morning. praying to a god we question exists because its all these drugs that have stolen our ability to just believe, and its all these chemicals we carry like boulders that have made us question everyones trust.