::argue::
sometimes I just get so mad. it makes me want to fill the air above and in front of my head with little white balloons containing black squiggly marks. sometimes I get so lonesome like this, I just want to find another yellow round-headed person like myself who feels the same way, so we can have a long extended conversation with our balloons, deep into the black night when the planet is turned away from the sun and the endless emptiness appears above our heads.