2002-10-17 - 2:34 p.m.
There's a tumor in her head.
Its not welcome.
Its mass where its not supposed to be; tresspassing.
No one asked you to go in there,
You think you're rudeness makes you tough.
if you weren't hiding in there,
I could flick you,
paint stripes on you,
sweep you under the rug,
throw you in my aquarium,
make pipecleaner legs for you,
grind you into powder with my teeth, mail you to no one,
give you to my cat to swat around,
but, unfortunately, in there, you sneaky little bastard, you're a little harder to get.
You're just another in the long list of the difficulties mass can cause, just ask the lady whose legs were cut off by her steering wheel.
The masses are revolting against mass, especially you.
Just because you're matter, don't think that you matter.
We don't need you anymore.
Leave now.
