Saturday, February 7, 2015


My dear friend

My dear friend death.

My dear friend death, why have you come to visit me again?

Am I not trying hard enough? Am I not doing enough good in the world?

I am too young. I am too in love with being alive. I just want to be left alone.

left alone to be happy.

I have dedicated every minute…
every day…

to making the world a better place.

I know, I know….
everything is still fucked.

I am not sure what you expect me to do about it,
I am only one person.

I am not asking for much.

I mean if you could stop standing on my chest for a moment?
You see, I cannot breathe.
Not breathing is really disabling.

I am not sure how I am suppose to do all this work for you,
when I cannot breathe,
when you won’t move from off my chest.

maybe you could at least loosen these ropes?
I think I am getting rope burn.
I would be able to be a lot more affective if I could use my hands
to build a new world.

no. oh okay.

then maybe you could remove the blindfold?
I forgot what sunlight looks like.
if I could see then I would understand the problems I am working against better.
no? oh well.

maybe if I could move around. my legs are cramping.

oh okay.

one last question, could you remove to gag from my mouth? maybe we could talk about this?