the book of regrets

a soprano nap
  -or-
bygones by sea


reacted to something that i didn't know; over-reaction would seem normal, but
maybe i was

too rash; i haven't even seen/watched my title reference. so, you know, no
biggie, just a

lil wayne. shot the world in words, a nexus of reflection. maybe i just need a
new year,

one where the scars of the past convene like rival gangs. i'd smoke
approximately one

(un-cellophaned) pack of american spirits, a convenient parlay for convalesence
and

regret...

in the end (is the beginning), i think certain wires were crossed and the
connection has

been compromised; in the end, i think there are more important issues for each
and every

one of us; is the beginning now?