My Robot Is Pregnant theme song!

tough guy poetry and manly stories of loneliness
all contents copyright Jon Rolston 2004, 2005, 2006

August 17, 2006


Always the dark kid, mad at something…sunshine, other children’s voices. Mad at toys. Mad at the television. He was a kid stabbing walls with a pocket knife and mad that he couldn’t punch the house down, mad he was afraid to burn the fucker. Right down, Mom and all. Mad something inside said, “No”. With that voice he would never conquer anything.

1 Comment

  1. Where do you think that house is going? You should stow away in it; looks like a pretty cool place.

    Comment by Lyle_S — August 17, 2006 @ 7:49 pm

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