Soliloquy
I have burgundy hair and I am mean.
Well, not really.
Mean, that is.
I really do have burgundy hair.
(Or at least I did.)
It just sounds more impressive that way.
I'm too pacifistic to be mean and too mean
to be pacifistic.
This morning, I thought that Satan was
stalking me in the shower.
The government is hiding things from us
in restricted areas in New Mexico,
Things like UFO's, nuclear warheads
psychokinesis and the cure for AIDS,
None of which has anything to do with
my burgundy hair or my meanness.
At least i don't think it does.
Could it?
What does the government know about me
that I don't?
Probably a hell of a lot, I wouild imagine.
My aura is most likely locked away
in a box beneath the Pentagon,
Top Secret.
CLASSIFIED.
They are keeping it from me to keep me insane.
It's working.
Quite well, I might add.
But there's one thing that neither the government
nor Satan can take from me.
Just one thing, and one thing only.
And I'll never tell what it is
except that it is mine.
sashay.