god, save the queen.

they charge like warriors

  they scale walls like soldiers,
they all march in line.
   not swerving from their course.
they do not jostle each other;
  each marches straight ahead.
they plunge through their defenses
 without breaking ranks.
they rush upon the city;
 they run run along the wall
they climb into the houses;
  like thieves they enter through the
   windows,

Before them the earth shakes,

  the sun trembles,

the sun and moon are darkened,

  and the stars  no longer shine.

The Lord thunders

   at the head of his army;

his forces are beyond number,

 and mighty are those who obey his

      command.

The day of the Lord is great;

  it is dreadful.

Who can endure it?

Joel 2:7

Put her on the FAILBOAT.

And, God save the Queen.

O! God bless, Kirk.

This Christmas no excessive wish list exists,

I do not have ANY requests,

I have no particular gifts.

But, I refuse to apologize - or have more regrets.

I will be who I am. And, I will hope it's enough - 

because it is enough for me. 

Maybe it will be for you, too.

(Yes, you! YOU!) 

I do not need a grab bag of goodies

I don't want sweets or treats

- they only make me sick. 

My teeth are rotting out. 

So, allow me to be protective.

And, let me be preemptive.

I am protecting ME.

for Christ's sake. for my sake.

And, I ain't never done that before. 

 No fake happiness. 

All I need is:  your encouragement, your support. 

and heavy drugs. 

Fuck drinking. say it loud - I'm black and I'm proud.

will you call me, please. will you send me mail, please. will you think of me, please

if i leave, will you miss me? 

when i go, will you want me?

when i don't come around, will you need me?

more?

more. please.

please sir, i want some more.

will you ask me to come back please

sooner. than before.

sooner than you expected to need me. 

i don't want to go.

but, i can't stay.

 it's Christmas time, 

for Christ's sake.

I have to go,for Christ's sake - 

it's Christmas time. 

Fuck.

And, I snap my fingers. Like, MAGIC.

I can't wait until it's over -

I'm counting the days. I'm counting the clouds.

I'm obsessed with the stars.

I'm counting the clicks of my wheels.

Click click. Tick.

And, then, I can come back much weaker 

with less authority and no dominance.

and I'll have a better life,

very zen in the den.

comme ça.