fantasy land, where potential or promise never quite make an appearance, though they look good in theory...yes, they always do...

what good is analysis when you still won't grab the doorknob, turn it and get the hell out of the box? what good are facts and figures? and even if the numbers all add up, finding yourself closed off to finding out her favorite color or his polo shirt size only leaves you with mounds of paper and pencil mark smudges and an empty kitchen table...

i've done the facts, have seen the figures

i can do dinner alone

but it's a helluva alot better

together.