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it is not just you. it is where i am right now in my life. the milk is dried up. all you sucklings, get lost. there is nothing for you here. i have said that to the clay co-op that is falling apart without me, but where i was the big bad bitch. i have said that to my own family of origin. sorry, don't worship war heros. no room for me, then? peachy. good fucking bye. i have said that to my kids. walk to fucking work. feed yourselves, the freezer is full. there is a store on the corner. and you? same thing. like i have told you i don't know how many times- it is my mission, too. it doesn't all belong to you. i built this part from nothing. it costs you nothing to just let it be. let me own it. try this- that is mo's thing. she does it how she wants. she does a fine job. i stay out of her way. you can't say that? fine. the milk is dried up. i don't care if there is not a soul who will speak to me. i am going to buy a little piece of land, in the middle of nowhere. i am going to park my trailer. i am going to buy a little boat. i am going to float away from it all. it's the only thing i can do. lonely tho i be. i have nothing left for all of you. say yes or say no. it matters not to me.
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