so do something, aye?

there would have been an entry here had i stopped laughing enough between the last entry and this one (not that the last entry was all that amusing, in fact, the sorrow in it is serious and some might consider laughter disrespectful if they were not crazy like us {you and me, right?... but then she forgets and then she gets confused and then she remembers and laughs and cries and i've learned to do the same [omigosh, right?... i may have finally learned to be human... flashback, aye?] and i get so forgetful i am can barely be recognized as me even by jackson and she never knew the me i was before she met the me she knows who can barely be recognized these days even by her, which is not meerly a endlessly serpentine fractal phrase or something like that, after all, but a ridiculously ludicrous side tracking distracting aside within a series of parenthetic asides that lead us wherever you might imagine and simply leave us to take it all as truth on faith because you love and trust, or at least genuinely want to so you'll keep trying, right?} and there may never be anyone who truly gets it all, but if you try sometimes, you just might find, you know?) who know there is always hope cuz there is always hope, really there is, i mean, if you want there to be, that is...

so did we do something?...

narf :)