Waiting For The Hessians.
I sit here in the bleakest of the rooms, of course this is due to the blanket jammed into the blinds covering my window, making even the night come through filtered, and darker. Lenea is debating the fate of our noble country, it was bound to happen, this war of cultures. It is the one thing we love to conquer, the outlook of others. These maggots dare not hold the right to be vivid, and different. Unless, of course, they're an American citizen, then they can hate everything America stands for, in safety. I sit here, and still wait. Chain smoking the life force out of me. Isn't it droll.