Thunder only happens when it’s raining… players only love you when they’re playing
Thursday, September 20th, 2007Give me that soft delicate love. We have to work together at this, you know? Give me flowers and subtle harmony. Look! — a pony rides a zephyr in the distance. Gently swaying meadow grasses. We can do this, i know we can. All we need is love. Put your hand in mine. I’d like to teach the world to sing. Caressing hippie hair… streaming brooks… corduroy pants… keeping it real…
FUCK that! Oh shit. Massive fucking thunderstorm. Hurricane surges. Let go of the floating branch this tsunami is on fire and you are burning and drowning at the same time. You can hear the utopia in the distance but it’s fading faster with every passing second. Let go. You are broken, but at least you’re alive.
