Monday, April 2, 2012

They're Watching You

Yes, their prying judgmental thought police eyes are always upon us. Little men can't take criticism. Big men like power too much. I hope you're proud of yourself Winston. You're pathetic. You can be Holden, I'll be Henry. I want to make their teeth grit so hard that the decaying enamel shatters. You're feeding spinach to the cityscape of your own downfall. When your skull spontaneously bursts into flames... (gotta go to anger management)

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