JARI. jar, I. not jar me. One memory of the past, one sentiment of the more recent. My ego bigger than my dick. I guess my dick ain't big enough to prove to a black girl she's straight. so where that leave me. just logic. aside my brain incapacitated to logic, or logically. Coinscedence, irony....logic damaged, logic dead....logical is coinscedence and irony in my life man. Look where it has lead me. Further need proof? fuck nah pavel. same acronym PAGI. prose already genius i. what's left of genius, is just sentiment. Geller...sex...another G S. I'm done. Pride predictment pavel. Look at where pride got me with my predictment trying to be pasha. sick, sex, simply, satire. those 4 don't cut in, obrien. just first 2 resulting in 2nd two. Alone...shit time flies. jesus. Her pride, her predictment...what's to further to say of P. looking back now, comfortable despite predictment = sentiment. But, ah well. This where a hard life gets you.