"When we can no longer dream, we die" -Emma Goldman

Thursday, May 14, 2009

It's like a tiger in a steel cage. He eyes the metal that keeps him trapped and tries to get out. So he bites the steel. Then he breaks his tooth and the steel is as unharmed as ever. The steel just sits there, day after day. Tempting him and taunting him and doing nothing but keeping him confined in this hell hole. Then one day It comes along. Whatever It is, it comes along. It may be a person or an activity or family. But It sets the tiger free. The tiger is forever indebted to It and they all live happily ever after. 

Then poachers kill the tiger for its fur and all goes to hell, but up until that point it was all good.

peanut butter xoxo

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