Too many prisons, not enough justice.

[tangofox]

This is the identity that I have chosen, stolen like bread off the back of the truck that they were going to give us anyways becuase they think that we don't have the MONEY. Funny, I am just swimming in the stuff. BREAD, I mean. So right when you think you could be just about boring, you've got to recognize that you haven't baked bread in a while; gotten the time and consistency to a tea I drink with jam and bread. Bread is doughy. It is for homeboys and homegirls, alike. It is good to eat when Jack Frost invites you into his chapel to paint. I, on the other hand, write one important poem:

Remember inexperience?
I make sense.