The problem is that I'm very gay right now and that is hurting the person I love.
And that my perfect job is turning out to leave me at the perimeter of my dreams.
And that I want to save everyone, even if it means I poison myself.
So I tear off my clothes, and I fling paint at the wall. I toss my hands to the earth and I try to walk on the ceiling. I run exposed through the halls, through the streets, through my life, and I feel helpless and I feel self-destructive, and I feel alive only in the worst sense of the word.
And that my perfect job is turning out to leave me at the perimeter of my dreams.
And that I want to save everyone, even if it means I poison myself.
So I tear off my clothes, and I fling paint at the wall. I toss my hands to the earth and I try to walk on the ceiling. I run exposed through the halls, through the streets, through my life, and I feel helpless and I feel self-destructive, and I feel alive only in the worst sense of the word.
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All that comes up on google for "fling paint at the walls."
[Edited on Jan 12, 2006 3:16PM]