Watershed

May 16, 2003
2:08 pm

You choose quiet desperation? Go have it. I hope it sucks you dry. I hope you choke on all the joy you'll never feel. I hope you enjoy your dead little meaningless, unfulfilling, ordinary life.

You choose a breakfast nook and a garden over something true, something soul-sustaining and creative and passionate and alive? Fuck you very much, fuck you now and fuck you forever. We will never be the same.