Home. Looks like a tornado

May 27, 2002

Home. Looks like a tornado left everything it had picked up in another town. The inside of my head feels the same. Once again I have a reason to carry a keychain. I feel valued and without appropriate values. Craigy Pop but no self mutilation. Time to get my ducks in a row. Ducks in rows make easier targets. Time to have the ducks scatter. That feels better. Safe in confusion again.