I don't want to want, it only makes me fear. This bomb inside my brain keeps on telling me stories. Stories of stories. Diving into the streets. Paralyzed by fear. I sent my apologies in the mail. I sent the scent and sensed nothing. I don't want to disappear just to make you miserable for the way you made me hurt. Hardly an answer. Hardly a statement. Confirmed. Under the current law. Take

I've been losing the battle in my head. The sanity has vanished and all he could say as he walked away is, "We blew it." Hardly an appropriate time for dick jokes I thought, as I poured gasoline into the federal reserve and danced on Latin America. Did they invent one yet? Because he's not here yet and the people are getting restless. Hearts and minds. Hearts and dice. Diced really well. Made to order. Question questions, then make me ill. Just do what you're doing. Be paranoid. I'm sick of you. I'm sick of being sick.

Feels like crime. It's even. Not really, but I can't stop hating you for being a failure. For not believing in yourself and then hating me for being self confident. Assured. Cocky. Vain. Beautiful. The ruler of the universe. Emperor of nothing. Emperor. Bring me his head. Stop with the dick jokes, and bring me the poor. I need a good laugh.