Touch me. Touch me like you didn't touch me last night.

        I know a woman who is a complete music addict. A total fiend for the stuff. And she sold all but four of her CD’s to buy a bus ticket so she could travel over a thousand miles to forever be with the one she loved.

        I know a man who loves peace and quiet and solitude. And this man slept in the storeroom of a shitty little restaurant for two years to keep his dead friend’s dream alive.

        I know a man of vast artistic and musical talent. And he sleeps in an apartment where he can’t afford to turn on the heat, living off second-hand food brought by friends, working on new art every day, because he will not become like everybody else.

        I know a man who crossed an ocean to be here. He makes good money, yet he often goes without many things, so that his family in Europe will not be hungry, will have a roof over their heads, will be healthy.

        And what have you done today?

“Hope is gone and she confessed
That when you put your dreams to rest,
You can get what’s second best,
But it’s hard to get enough.”

- David Wilcox

        I’ve heard enough about people giving up in the past few weeks.
        Fuck that.
        Remember that dream you used to have? Find it again, and beat that son of a bitch back into shape.

        I’m tired of the bastards always winning.

benjamin

Last Movie: City of God
Current Music: Tori Amos cover of "I Don't Like Mondays"

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