Saturday, August 11, 2007

Not Me, Maybe You

Not mine, either.

Fuck You.

I'll Shoot him myself. Not really. Weapons? No, son. You don't have your mother teach you weapons.
Because she's sneaky - like a cat. Ask the polar bear or the shaman or the ninja or the artist or the engineer.
Because they're all so much smarter than your mother. Your mother is just your mother.

Quit killing the sons & daughters - it's not n.e.c.e.s.s.a.r.y.
You wanted off; you wanted it fixed - well, then have it. You asked - the Universeral - Heard You.
He did? Listen! The Northern Lights still play music, you just have to listen more carefully.

Carz? Don't need them any more - why? Guess, ....


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