Monday, November 27, 2006
your languages baffle me your prejudices defeat all attempts at normalcy your laughter feeds my impatience your prescence my envy wish i a thousand curses upon you who doesnt let me be wish i a million snakes in your food (laugh if you will) wish i you torment outside of your space your pettyness your obsessions with frivolity wish i you all that i am putting myself through except this is a kiln and i hope thats a microwave
