kenkantor: Potential unrealized again.
kenkantor: All told it's a pretty good life.
kenkantor: The place where telephone poles.
kenkantor: I was trapped in negative space.
kenkantor: Home for a brief, bitter moment.
kenkantor: Sure I will give you rest. Just take my yoke upon you.
kenkantor: I was taken.
kenkantor: Some do, some don't.
kenkantor: To absent friends. Who like oranges.
kenkantor: Is there anything at all you care about anymore?