keep em guessing, were the last words of Mars Stubblefield

2003-09-25, 1:14 p.m.

so i guess what this one is trying to get at is that i am masochistic. not in the pseudo enlightened and disillusioned-with-self kind that has become socialy accepted, but rather the more traditional 'yes, i do throw myself against the wall to feel the throng of a fan nan nan ceremony in my head' kind of masochism. all that leads me to is this, what is the problem with stretching out your experiences like leather? what is wrong with testing the waters that have no emitted clues as to what lies within?