Red Door Exchange

Well for now it's best if you just know that this is Jesse here and now trying to tell something in the ways of a story that might never get read, or if read, never impressed upon someone, so long as we continue down this track we can pretty much guarantee such an outcome. Humdinger. So what comes next. A pho-to? These words will have to wait till the snow stops falling. God knows I waited, and waited....and waited. It seemed it'd never stop, but it did.

And now that its all melted and then some, now that it's summer, the end of summer at that and things are going to seed and are being carried off by gentle breezes to who knows where, not the bearer nor the borne...alas, surely it is indeed august, some are disgusted, some are melancholic, and i am remorseful as usual but not in such the usual way....later perhaps we'll get into that should it apply to anything that might be worthy of being heard out-there beyond the in-here...o come on, you get it already. i'm fucked and you're probably cynical. what on god's green's earth could i say to get you to listen to this collection of confessionals, so to speak, this basket of truth that i've prepared for the hungry, a precise model of how-to-do-what-you-needed-to-do....all is well, trust me. just tonight i decided to flake out. till the next, i hope you'll be able to be at your best. and if not, we can work on it later, ok? Always yours, Jesse Lee