Saturday, September 10, 2011

in a tea cup

Daddy's very busy. He doesn't want to be disturbed. Don't knock on his door.

Go play.

But there's no one to play with.

You're on an island.


That girl from down the street is here.

She tells you she's a fairy.

why not?

Why not play with the creepy boy next door...

He’s always hanging around.

Everyone says he's a monster.

But you don't care.

You play a game. A fun new game.

Then the grown-ups yell at you.

They tell you to be quiet.

All they want to talk about is business.

Money. Power. Revenge.

They tell you to “act your age.”

What does that even mean?

They want you to act their age.

To hell with the adults.

Let's make a big storm and shipwreck them.

Let’s make them take a break.

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