From the Enemy's Eye
Little by little, day by day, it becomes glaringly clear that the purpose I have momentarily is to clean up the mess that you've been nonchalantly doing. While you reap the benefits and the good of every little thing and every person you are wasting, I am left to cure those that have been injured in the process. And in that same manner, as someone I know have so beautifully and successfully graduated from the recesses you have created, it is magnificently funny that the helper has become the needy. And whatever happened to the debt of gratitude?History and all the way to the future. I hope you get your poison. And to hell for those who shall admonish for its administration.
posted by Randyh @ Sunday, February 17, 2008
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