"Make some corner of the world distinctively yours."
my fortune cookie told me.
these are words for the terminally ill.
I refuse to join the ranks
of vegetables,
i still have the taste of
tangy veggies,
sitting on my tongue.

ding ding ding
goes the bell,
and i'm up to fight like a polar bear...
bam! down you go,
fuck you roxy,
i'm headlining here in my room tonight.

muhammed ali's got nothing on me.

fortune cookies are invariably right.