|be the trouble you want to see in the world.
||[Jul. 1st, 2007|12:34 pm]
they don't make them like me anymore.
I hope that you are a disaster. I'm sorry, but I do. I hope that you are thunder and lightning. I hope you are a forest fire, I hope you kill the dead wood and burn off the rotting leaves. With the canopy gone, the sun can get in. You need new growth. I hope you're terrible and broken and perfect.