and this level of unrest is killing me. slowly. 
all my life men in three piece suits or bullet
proof vests were always speaking of
the weakness of artists, the weakness
of dreamers.
but i will do more fighting for what i
believe in than anyone with a corporation
or a m16 could ever imagine.
if that makes me a terrible person than so
be it. but i refuse to let anyone call me weak.
there is conviction and strength and power in
me. the only difference is, gentlemen, is that
nothing i fight for has ever destroyed anyone
or anything. no, my silly wide eyed dreams?
they only create.