Sunday, June 24, 2007

i'm gonna lock my son up in a tower till i write my whole life story on the back of his big brown eyes

You know who you are. You know what's wrong. You can't keep going on like this. You know what you need to do. You know what you need to change. You know what you have to change. This is all for you. This is all about you.


You're a watchdog, and I need you to be an intruder. It can't go on like this.

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