I found God oneday it was in the back of my mind beneath stacks of old rolling stones articles and the vulgar day dreams of a growing mind. i wasn’t shocked though i knew it was up there somewhere waiting on me to remember where i had placed it. i was in search of an idea something intangible to put to paper and hit a wall and there it was. it asked my purpose. I dunno i replied. it asked me of my causes. I dunno I replied, I JUST WANT TO MAKE SOMETHING GREAT. It scoffed a little mix it with laughter. Then turned to me and said youth is a very provacitive art, it is unafraid and persistent. it is burdensome but fleeting usually spent in the most unusual way searching.