TORNADO


It's wrong.

Oh, god, it's bad

and it's stupid

and it's

and it's dumb.


We should not be doing this.

We should not allow such transgressions to occur

unfettered.


We should

we should control ourselves.

Except�

around you, I have no control.

Around you, I barely have speech

the ability to walk upright

unhobbled

the strength to say "No" to your slightest whim.


Maybe it's the same for you.

I dunno.

Together, though

we are a tornado

rushing, crushing

smashing all in its path

power

fury with few limits

no control.


It's awful.

It's horrific.

It's nightmarish

and it's bad and it's stupid

and, and it's dumb

and I'm dumb

because I doubt I'd change an instant.

2005 - 2004 - Late 2003 - Early 2003 - Late 2002 - Early 2002 - 2001

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