Monday, April 19, 2004

if wishes were fishes...

I don't like it when life is like when you're one of those wind-up toys and you're trying to go somewhere but you run up against the wall and you try and try fruitlessly to get past this impossible wall?

It sucks because of the wall. And also because you're a wind-up toy.

Maybe that's why I'm so tired. If only I can turn the giant key in my back, things would be better now. Wait, there's still the wall.


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