trust ME in 2043, to be your next president
I'm changing things, unnatural progressions toward normality. I'm working on my deep breathing, to battle the onslaught of my stress response, fashioning a pair of rose-colored specs and trying to convey to others how generally happy I am to be on this earth. I waved at an aged man with a cane today, the reward of "how you doin baby" was well worth the effort I put in. Someone even smashed the windshield of my car the other day. They must have been truly impressed by the way I initially reacted...until I realized it would cost me 300 dollars to fix(none of which is covered by my insurance). Blatant age discrimination, and NO!...I did not smash it in myself OR drive into an oncoming bat. All of which I had to convey to the insurance demon over and over again. But I'm not mad, no way, I love ALL people now. It's time we trust one another again, what happened to the trust falls, why aren't I catching you in my weak, pale arms right at this moment. I'll tell you why. President Bush doesn't like monkey people.