Thursday, February 09, 2006

Day No.305: A little respect. So sew it in.

"We could make love not war, and make peace with our hearts."

Frankly my dear I don't give a damn. I'll go to Captain Kirk's house and play Twister all night. Bodies entangled. William's getting fat. No regrets. Live like that. Beam me up Scotty! Not now, but in 50 years time when I'm frozen in time, I and Mr. Blaine would love to see how this world begins or ends. He loves it, I love it. But the situation is bleak. Code Red: Planet Earth. Mother is dying. Everybody is dying but our minds grow. The planet doesn't have a chance.

Right on this very island it is sinking but we're groping for more land. Encroach like a cockroach. We disrecpect the lower caste. Who are we to judge? Must we have so much prejudice in our hearts? I pray, no I beg for our forgiveness. Must I carry you? You're so heavy. I let go of you and you will sink. You're the weakest link, goodbye.