I'd write about depression, despaire, death, destruction.
I'd write about all the things that make the world go round.
I'd write about Darfur, and encompas all the ideas of little children with bloated bellies watching their mothers being raped and then cut in half by a machete.
I'd write about spelling mistakes, and how that comma shouldn't be there.
But instead, I'll raise my glass, and give a toast to pollution. Not just the one that's suffocating our atmosphere.
But the one that's asphyxiating your little brother in the next room.
AKA.
Human ideas. |