>>527410536
You wanted happiness, I can't blame you for that,
and maybe a mouth sounds idiotic when it blathers on about joy but tell me
you love this, tell me you're not miserable.
You do the math, you expect the trouble.
The seaside town. The electric fence.
Draw a circle with a piece of chalk. Imagine standing in a constant cone
of light. Imagine surrender. Imagine being useless. A stone on the path means the tea's not ready,
a stone in the hand means somebody's angry, the stone inside you still hasn't hit bottom.