you're wondering why they come. why anyone comes. out from dallas or somewhere in california, up from connecticut, and the pentagon. give me something to care about. something important and real. something that's not tangible, and lighter than this heavy air. i've traveled along route 66, lots of dust and maybe some snakes. i've traveled to your front door and smacked you in the face. and i don't care. let this mantel fall to the ground, let me breathe easier watching this cancer go eat someone else. i believe that what doesn't kill me, makes me stronger than you. even my beautiful misery is better than your vindictiveness.