Today, on my roughly four mile ride to school, I was harrassed by no less than three cars full of dudes. One was a Lifted Ford Pick Up, The second a Mustang GT, and the last a Chrysler 300.
Why does this not surprise me?
April 2010
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These four walls, and fluorescent lights,
synthetic floors, and corrugated skies.
This is what constitutes a life.
A glass screen, to view others strife,
a set schedule, to insure we don’t fight.
This is our life, until the night.
Until we dream, and see sights unseen.
To be remarkable, to be obscene,
to be a king, or a queen.
To feel complete, until the alarm starts to sing.
“We’ve taken the world apart, but we have no idea what to do with the pieces…”
—Chuck Palahniuk (Choke)
