slice my forrid

i expect this virtual asteroid to become an easy n intellectually voyeuristic outlet for the occasional mental epiphanies that slice my forrid in the shower once or twice a year | reminds me strongly of writing a story, a short novel or even those dreaded dirges of tertiary existence . . . the university essay . . . fuk | do i have vision for this . . . ummm . . . not yet . . . but like the question, how long is a piece of string . . . does there need to be answer? | will the asteriod crash into the shower screen n kill me . . .