so that's paint ball?

i guess i'll stop talking about it already.

i promise i've learned something.

my tolerance is just lower for this sort of thing.

it boggles my mind, so that it wants to seep out my ear.

heavy breathing in a greasy mask.

and just what is with how much it hurts?

tolerable, maybe but...

i just don't get it.

war's not my thing. 

not that it's yours. 

that's just what it's about for me.

that's just how it feels to be me.

what does it feel like to be you?

anyway, every once in a while you've got to get boggled.

everything's bouncing around in there.

and i've still got to get up early in the morning.

good night, incredible experiencer.

do you have any good bruises to show for it?