Apr 27, 2006 14:37
Myspace, I love waking up to you with a cup of coffee in my hand.
Stimulants, Thank you for keeping me productive and focused.
Litterbox, You smell and it's really irritating.
Aurora, You're lazy and you get litterbox grains on the wood floors I spent two hours cleaning. But I still love you.
Pants, Stop ripping and making me feel fat.
Exorcist Woman, stop screaming. You're probably a crackhead and you're really pissing me off.
Detroit, you are 75% slum and 25% byproduct of the Super Bowl. Even though you’re dangerous, I still feel close to you. I call you home; you call me a target. ATM machines are located in some of the worst neighborhoods of your peripheries and, yet, you still find the need to shine blinding lights over the top so every thief in the city can see their next victim from a mile away. You steal the lives of innocent, uneducated children in exchange for their drug-selling souls. You let Kilpatrick infiltrate the system, AGAIN. When will you learn your lesson? But, Detroit, you are home to some of the most amazing artwork I have ever seen. You teach me something new everyday. You are a city filled with individuals, artists, students and travelers. You have a better skyline than Windsor and you are Belle Isle. You are my employer and my educator. You are my friend.