Apr 19, 2004 06:45
We're dwelling in a multi-colorful, high expectational world of mixtures and designs. You're labeled by your color, name, or contents like a bowl of soup.
I wanna live in the black and white days in a Casa Blanca while leaving it to Beaver to clean up all the M.A.S.H. Everybody's treated the same, and no one worries about their makeup, hair, or clothes. In the black and white world, rainbows never fly high. Flags of sexual preference aren't flown; nobody cares either way. Everybody's loved. Let's runaway to the BW days.