Now I don't know if you are like me....well shit. I certainly hope you aren't. That wouldn't do well for the world....or my fragile sense of ego. It would probably crumble like a fart being blowin into a box fan covered with dryer sheets and strawberries.
So here we are...back again and a week late...as I watch my delusions of grandeur go strait down the toilet like the shit I let roll off the end of my fingertips...onto the keyboard....on a notepad....to the food you eat at your local McDonald's....
Nothing to see here. Same old Saint, synthetic and all.