adventure.

what to do with a blank mind? consult jackie. she'll give you a title.. you'll run from there on the bullshit you feel is relevant..

"I will venture this mind..."
although my mind is filled with bodies, faces, and memory like the catacombs that lay underneath the innocent and ignorant, why is it i find myself always at a loss for words, meaning, and again relevance? why does it seem that everything that once held purpose is now secondary? maybe like that of the catacombs, our depth, passion, creativity, and sense of self are too laying beneath ignorance. that our "personal philosophy" will never be....