ironical

Burning bridges

By the light of a thousand burned bridges I can clearly see my life streatched out behind and before me. Yet unlike most people's lives I have set fire to the bridges before I crossed them. Upon reconsideration I have come to the conclusion that this was not a sound tactical decision.
Yet surely it cannot be the end of the world, true everything I could have been can now be readily viewed as the ashes of my bon fires, but perhaps, just perhaps there is some small steping stone bridge I have over looked.
Surely it does not end here.

speechless

Have you ever had a compliment render you speechless?

"Your face holds a clarity, a concentration and cool passivity like you've seen enternity and nothing in this mortal realm can surprise you, there's intellegance there, that and real warmth, especially in your eyes. Your features are beautiful, especially your lips. You smile like you know a secret that we'd never be able to comprehend. And there's something... something that brings Leonardo DeVinci and Michelangelo to mind... something that recalls the spirit of art "

Well that rendered me thoughtless to.

Perplexing

I can't help but notice that my heart wants to be used and my head is dead set against it.
My body and heart want me to find someone to care for, to find someone to make me feel again. Yet my heart keeps stepping in with all these figures about how pathetic my chances really are.
And then of course my actual success rate is not hard to hide. My sum total of tries vrs. hits is abysmal. 

What am I really doing? Can't I read the street signs? This really is ridiculous.

16 and counting.

OOOh, look at that...

Man this site is mad popular.

I bet I have had.... eighteen whole hits.

Nothing profound today...

Just wondering why to the target is the arrow invisible?