Saturday, December 15, 2007

Highrise

What is it with being scared? These days, every time the wind shifts someone's brains rattle until liquified.

I hope for alot of changes, most of them would get me banned from quite the amount of countries. And I still wouldn't give a shit what most others think. It's a curse at times, but I just don't.

But to those that I do,....be greatful. I could have used the exact same words to shred your mind.

Yeah, I care about you too. Do I really have to say it? Every time?

Shit. There's banging on the door. Grandson's got the shotgun. I'm down to Brianna, my sweet knife. Nin, my grandaughter; she's aiming low with that tommy gun cross bow.

I love being old.

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