
Hey. You. The one behind the curtain.
What's the deal here?
Do I dance? Or do I cry?
Get off your high horse and come down to my level.
I need to know.
The machine is crumbling, rusting and malfunctioning.
I need a sign.
From January to September, the light lasts a little longer each day.
posted by Matt McKechnie @ 2:06 PM Comments: 0
I'm curious about this thing we call life and the inception of the whole ideology.