sticks and stones may break my bones but your traces expose your stupidity.
things happen for a reason. the reason for my latest misfortune is to remind me that the past is over. the beats of this heart have changed; why not the drummer's rhythm as well?
to be eloquent is to walk on egg shells. i have seen a small percentage of the world, but these eyes do not thirst. i've seen your entire world, and i wish i had known about yours. i am feeling ignorant but angry. there are bigger fish to fry, and if i were graced with immunity tomorrow, the media would eat me alive regardless. you sell your soul when you approve that story. i am not signing anything without reading the fine print.
i wish i knew what to do.
i wish i were as big and bad as you think i am.
i wish that when people say that it's a small world, that it really was.
i would drink the entire ocean, if it meant i could find you curled up next to me.
i wish i were unbiased.
i've been in the bat cave. skeletons i have kept locked up have come out before halloween. the day of the dead and the night of the living. the awakening of letting it all go. one wandering village idiot ruins the fun for everyone. not even family are allowed a taste of this medicine.
i have been working the old fashioned way, because before the virtual highways and wired connections, security was far easier to reach. legal attainment of my occupation will be available soon. in the meantime, enjoy my past. it's all you've got of me.
it takes one leak to allow for thousands of opinions, but it takes years of positive work to change minds. let the games begin.
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