Friday, April 30, 2010


Mr. President Barack Obama, the time machine you're trying to sell me doesn't work. it keeps sending me to a future I might not live, a day i might not see, a time you won't be there for me. It only delays my agony and pain; it doesn't even know my name. Nothing made with carbon lies & broken promises will last; not to mention it is powered by a numb heart. How can you yourself a good man knowing it will fall apart?

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