I'm like Gumby. I keep on bending and bending, never breaking completely. Just like 87%.

can't stop/won't stop

oh my. hold up. who be I kidding? this is going to be crazy.

am I ready and strong enough to hear everything? well. I guess I will find out. I am really testing limits lately-mine and others'.

what T has to tell me may be healing, may help, may start me afresh. or it may just give me the heeby jeebys.

The good thing about clay, though, is that it totally molds back together if it does break. It's indestructible really.

oh my. metaphors are killing me lately.

bear with me.