Who will keep me from lashing out? Anxiety chokes me like razor wire... ~Alexisonfire (Sharks and Danger)
To-morrow and to-morrow and tomorrow,
Creeps in this petty pace form day to day,
Until the last syllable of recorded time;
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out brief candle!
Life is but a walking shadow, a poor player,
That strust and frets his hour upon the stage,
And is heard no more. It is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing.
~W. Shakespeare, Macbeth Act 5 Scene 5.
I made friends with a kangaroo once.
He was a red kangaroo.
He was kinda chubby.
I called him Boing.
He was my bestest buddie,
In the entire world.
I fed him.
We conversed.
We basked in the sun.
But then...
I had to leave the nature park.
It was the most horribly crushing,
moment of my life.
It seemed like my soul was being riped out,
through my teary eyes,
and chewed on by and emu.
Really I was just being draged,
Kicking and screaming, and crying hysterically.
Boing, where ever you are,
I love you.



