wama

14.10.06

Do not pity me my sad life of sleeping in offices, wayside inns and wherever I can lay my head. I am happy with my vulgar movements -- no real home, no real family -- no net to catch my fall when I’m tiptoeing on a thin wire 10 meters from the ground your feet holding still.

And you. What do you have to show for yourself? We all mourn your loss, but now what inti? Proud and pummeled. I know about that. It runs in our family. Land on our shores and we will take you in and teach you the ropes. So much to learn and so little time.

posted by la kara @ 05:47