This is just my attempt to keep a journal. I'm not trying to be insightful nor thought provoking. You are probably better off looking elsewhere for that.
Monday, July 16, 2007
Disillusioned words like bullets bark, As human gods aim for their mark, Make everything from toy guns that spark To flesh-colored Christs that glow in the dark. It's easy to see without looking too far That not much is really sacred.