i don’t look it but i’m strong. i’m a realist but i’m optimistic. i believe for as long as i can that things will work out somehow. i believe and believe and believe, and i stand strong and steadfast right up until i shatter. then i suffer and rage and weep and grieve like a maelstrom. then i usually drink myself blind to the land of dreams and wake up, spit out some teeth, adjust my crown and light my inner fire once more… and i believe again.
my dearest chimpy, i miss you still, i mourn you still. forever. you live in my heart and that is all there is. maybe one day we’ll meet at the wolf tree and my heart won’t miss you anymore.
Gen-Xer Remix 