Whether records we sold to fill some demand or the rapid deployment of 10,000 men, did we do it to make this year better than the last or are we fooling ourselves with some outdated rheoric? He said: "Well these are our friends and we, we're not like them." But I thought the difference was we might stop if we can.

When I think to stop when enough is enough, or when we think to stop when enough is enough, when I want to stop when enough is enough, then I might just sleep at night.

So with one hand in a fist, please keep one hand in the air questioning "what does all this have to do with me?"

Stop making something! Start making sense! (Can we stop making something until we start making sense?)

We got this unbelieveable sense that even though we make some sense, there's still such a chance I'll drop the ball somewhere. That fractured trips or brokehearts or shaky hands may give the in to all that I have pushed away. So with one hand in a fist, keep one hand in the air saying, "what the hell?" and "where do we go from here?"

And I know these hands haven't made their last mistake.

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