Slow, and blank with many pauses that were missing my files. I normally keep these descriptions short, but my time to spill have been well past over due. I allow these victims to step all over me. I don’t have a god damn thing, and all they want is to take from me. Classic stories dine on me when the stories of old times seemed funny to me. The foolish ways of the partners around me. Classified myself has a problem to the speeding time of the worlds games. I won’t back down to the names they say. It’s larger than my notebook, but it’s where every peaceful person put out in the true glares. It’s older than writing itself... sink your toes in the sand, and see if you want to be the “real man”. Some change to a better one