We are given the freedom to dream and all we can do is think about fucking. A waste is what we are as a nation. A gargantuan wet dream.

I can see the future and all I see is pain. I can see the point where I am crippled by my own tears.

I never met one of my grandfathers, but I imagine he died dreaming as will everyone. The other died alone as he was hauled away by the firemen asking when I was coming to see him.

There is a fire in my heart and I'm afraid that it might upset the bomb.