One of em was okay and the other was the scary one, it's his way or her way…totalitarian. You'll find me in the Gmo fields where the corn stalks are ten stories high and we bathe in maple syrup…where the tomatoes are bigger than basketballs and the spinach has a mind of its own. That's where you'll find me, because that's where i'll be.
Mutinous teenagers…i mean turtles…Ninja turtles.
There were a lot of people there tonight. A lot of ungrateful people. I talked to a woman tonight, her stomach taught like that of a rope, that rocked back and forth as i spoked to her. She had taken far too many glasses of what was called "drink" and it's not that I didn't appreciate her, it's that I didn't respect the way she moved. Her face, piled with a substance they all called "makeup" - if that's how you spell it. It was strange speaking to her, with her eyes so brown, and her legs toned so…..it was something out of an underground snippet flick…..which is something that costs fifty cents, maybe less. The thing that hurt the most was that she was not someone who could be considered unintelligent…..she was a smart woman. And her legs….Oh, her legs.
How does something like this happen? How does it happen? These thoughts...
Is it something they are born with? Or does it develop over time?…. there are over one thousand answers, but every single answer seems to come up short. Not short in the sense that it's a measurement of height, but rather it's a situation that demands the attention of a human capable of deciphering between an absolute tiger and an incredible feeble….an incredibly stickly lamb. An incredible stickly lamb. Yes.
One thousand years ago, there was a woman named Calrenia, and this woman was worshipped. She was worshipped by a man named Hampton, and this man cherished every inch of this woman - even her most dirty of flaws. They lived together on the road…not by choice, but by necessity. Their love and their willingness to endure was what the survived on. It was not on their empty bellies, or their chawed gums, or their aching muscles…it was them . The two of them together…always. Then, one day, it all changed……
Their story soon to come.
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