(Source: augustnine)
Are fun-house mirrors just silly objects? Or are they a reflection of the disgusting grotesqueness that lies within the heart? Anyone can hide the inner demons within with outer appearances, but somehow these seldom thought-of objects bridge the world of disguise with the true demonic ugliness of the human being.
You have the time to smoke.
You have the time to see your boys.
You have the time to play games.
You have the time to sit and watch TV.
You have the time to hang out with my friends.
But somehow you do not have the time for me.
You have time for what ever your heart desires. Not me.