so i suppose i will write farts: when life takes you by the mind, and you have nowhere to go, i try to turn to a pen. now i write most of my letters on a keyboard so i explain that without these details all the lesser beasts within me can be found, somewhere when these dreams are of deceit and reckoning. i am sure that these pens are the remedy. i am sure that i know the cure, that writing with a tired head and listening to the mortal world can save me - this is a world i am sure that i live in, but am concerned that i cannot leave, no matter how many times i am buried alive or shot. i am certainly not all the delusional subj...