Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god


What are you here for?
Looking into a truthful mirror,
Disgusted at what is looking back at you.
Out of the few people I know,
You are the one more concerned
About your relentlessly selfish ways.
I don't feel for you,
And I don't care to.

October 18, 2004

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