Jan 27, 2007 22:08
"I know there are some people out there who think I am supposed to end up
in a room by myself
with a gun and a bottle full of hate, a locked door and my slack mouth open
like a disconnected phone.
But I hate those people back from the core of my donkey soul and the hatred makes me strong and my survival is their failure, and my happiness would kill them so I shove joy like a knife into my own heart over and over and I force myself toward pleasure, and I love this November life where I run like a train deeper and deeper into the land of my enemies."
Thank-you for this read, Raina.
-K