Exclusive to those that are

members of the club.

Clubs

are

everything.

Love encompasses no crosswalk lights.

Its like nuclear waste.

No one really wants to know how

or where you put it.

That power of 'make us wait'.

its not like anyones in any kind of hurry anyway,

but we must respect us none the less.

I think.

Right?

The crosswalk shuffle.

Hurry up and get the hell

out of my way, because

I'm not in a hurry, you fucker.

He was strangling a toy.

And this person was all grown up.

I really don't blame him.

Toys are cheap.

So much is wasted.

Its time to use every minute.

Today we shall see if we can survive this.