Stickmen

The musings, laughter, anguish, and tears of a Stickman living the life drawn for him by the Artist. "I must learn to serve the Artist first, His pen directs my path. He breathes life into these worn-out sticks, And stickmen will see at last."

About Me

Poor. Student. Firefighter. EMT. Kind. Optimistic. Shy. Dreamer. Fool. Happy.

8.17.2005

Frustrated

No one is that perfect, nothing is so sweet. What could be that beautiful? Money and perfection are not synonymous. One voice and one song transcend class and creed and clique. One day to change lives. This is what I have: a bit of money, a job, a concert, and a bus ride. This is what I have - this is what I can give. So...give that. One night to live, one night to lose. One life to live, one more to gain. Let us gain and lose too and stop pretending.


Pretending is not synonymous with beauty,


nor innocence with fear
Peace then? Peace.
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