Dear Friends,

I am cleaning. Now all of you...(especially my mother) can vouch for the fact that I don't clean very much. But what most of you don't know is when Anthony gets the sudden urge to clean it's because a question has been imposed on him. I boggling riddle that perplexes the intellectual inner thoughts and requires a large amount brain power to be resolved. For some odd reason I harness that power of the mind when I clean. My specialty.....Bathrooms. The problem is I have finished fighting off the green moldy monster in my shower us boys like to refer to as "Mo Mo" like it is some sort of mascot for the Apartment, and yet I still have not come to that egnimatic conclusion that will forever put to rest my wandering heart. So I turn to you.....my friends. I turn to you with yet another confusing, fragmented collection of elaborate symbols and prefabricated metaphors that have fallen a few Natural Lights short of the "Gramaticcally Correct" suitcase. (notice the mispelling)

So here we go.

I don't know if I have used this analagy before for the simple fact that it seems so familiar. Like a thought in the back of our minds that we never pay attention too.

Think of a rose. How beautiful. The smell. The sight. The taste (if you are some sort of insect of course). What's funny about rose is as wonderful of a object it is. The minute you grab for it....it injures you. Yup. This rose....suprisingly has thorns. Now human society normally deems anything painful or harmful to yourself....bad. Yet a rose is recognized as a love momento. A token of one's feelings to another. Why is it a rose has this special power. This camoflaged stealth mode that makes us forget about the pain and suffering it might cause us and move on into the feelings and thoughts that this red flower may or may not delight us with. Because it is the truth. When you recieve a rose only one this is certain. It is not certain that you will feel safe. Nor comforted. Nor Kindness. Nor will you feel any feeling that you desire. There is a chance not one will be fulfilled. Nope. The only certainty about accepting a rose is that at some time you will be blinded by it's beauty and slowly run your hand down it's long stiff stem. Then...BAMM. That's when it gets you.

So my question is this.....

What about a rose makes possibility of getting hurt no more of a worry than Dave Mathews Band not putting on a good show every night?

Is it because we are un-intellegent? (I think anthony is making up words again)

Or is it because although we have all grown up and left behind the childish thoughts of fate and signs and symbols that might lead our way.....we all have a little kid deep down inside saying remember all that dreams and ideas I had? Maybe we believe that just this once that rose fulfill our desires. Maybe you have to endure pain to accept love. Maybe I have been looking at this all wrong.

Or maybe I should clean some more....

Love you guys..

Antny