Listen to me. I wish I could tell if you're a fake or not
and
if your intentions are pure or not.
But no. I'm not granted these powers.
When I begin to imagine that I have these powers, the imagination takes over my life.
What more do I have other than life?
Brain?
I'm not quite sure (what I'm driving at too).
Listen, you steal what's mine, I steal it back, fair and square, pilgrim?
Oh. Oh yeah I could give my trust. I've never really given it to anyone. Not before. I don't recall.
Run back to your post you fucking rabbit(s).
If I want to keep something, don't tell me "how to make a record".
You may look big or small, and I wouldn't care.
You should learn how to walk away.
Hm? What's the matter? Do you feel all tingly inside?
THAT'S HOW YOU'RE SUPPOSED TO FEEL!
... right?
I asked about a fucking MILLION times before I took my dive at the "snake pit".
"Yes! Nobody! Nobody!", Bob exclaims.
And it's not a "snake pit" anymore!
How much more exciting could it be?
The angels got together and decided to make a dream come true?
How often does THAT happen?
So many fucking billions of people in the world!
The angels were probably having supper where we were.
The wolf decides to eat the prey-waiting-to-be-eaten.
All I'm wondering is if there's really a wolf (or wolves) and you're that prey.
But I guess you're not. And I know there are wolves out there.
Please don't take love away from me.
A poor boy like me longs to be
In love and forever in love.
I'm not afraid to use that shovel.
I have some sympathy left in me.
Even if erasing is for a good cause.
And these are not poems.
IN OTHER WORDS, darkness prevails in the absence of light.
Where is my faith?
Hehe, still here.