My friend Brenda challenged me to write a lullabye, but I kinda' got caught up in a crazy thought process while trying...

I record thoughts at random to whichever source my mind links up to first. All electronic data outgoing represents a fragment, or different fragments, of my existence in which I record my random phases of self-interpretation though different types of art, friends, feedback, things like that from all different necks of the woods.

Are we trying to figure one another out on varying microcosmic scales in order to better know our own selves?

Or are we just hoping some jackass comes along, giggles and keeps surfing as his mind helplessly shifts to the next gear before he even knows he's somewhere else?

Selfless entertainment naturally becomes a fascination in the world of the creatures of desire.

Tonight, they read and write about themselves and others to lull themselves into deep slumbers.