im so proud of your work
oh so? im not.

fake smiles, meaningless victory cheers, and colourful paintings with little boys lying on patches of green, green grass.
they are so damn green, i can hardly take it.

everyday's worth a little celebration

i dont understand many things.
who, whom wise kind and sharing, would like to sit under a mango tree and explain to me what this life is all about, probably with enya singing in the background.

whee, things are screwed
fullstop.