Apr 11, 2005 23:15
In what is mine, animals are given as much respect as humans, sometimes more.
In what is mine, highways are recognized as beautiful passageways that have inspired both crime and art, not as clogged arteries that send me crying to a psychiatrist for Welbutrin.
In what is mine, boys are still boys with small cocks and hands who aren't men until they learn how to use those hands to my advantage as well as to their children's.
In what is mine, alcohol is the only Ectacy.
In what is mine, the perfect platforms are the only elevators I need.
In what is mine, escalators eat small children.
In what is mine, Paris Hilton is the reason most of you own chihuahas.
In what is mine, I'm succesful with something at which I never intended to succeed.
In what is mine, best friends are lovers, fighters, mothers and those I envy.
What is mine, shall remain, sometimes quiet, always present, never demanding that it become yours.
You own every belief in your soul, every action, every choice, every silence.
I respect what is YOURS, though many times I may not agree, understand or even sympayhize.
But I don't ask the same of you.
"Without a model, the future was my hero."-Adam B.