|
i am tired of being so dissatisfied. i am tired of being afraid of stupid things. i am tired of being petty and angry. it's hard to make a stand and be respected. people don't like people making waves in their private little pools, but sometimes they need someone to climb in there and conjure a little bit of hell, maybe tip the pool over afterward and leave them standing there, dripping wet and embarressed, staring at that little round patch of dead grass the little plastic pool has been covering. maybe some of them will be smart enough to plant a garden.
every day... i get a little bit closer... the time is getting closer... the closer i am to fine...
|