Peter pan.

 
Peter pan jumped out the window with Wendy in toe. peter laughing not realizing that the fairy dust had wore off ten minutes ago and Wendy had already fallen to her death.

I dream of days that don't involve me thinking about  plunging a knife into the gut of some nobody at Walmart while trying to scan my bag of gummy bears.

The little cricket on my shoulder has given up on trying to give me advice after I threatened him for the fifteenth Time today.

I love the film The  Rescuer's I used to believe that two little mice would put their lives on the line to save me, but then I turn on the news and roled my eyes at these childish dreams.

Those mice are sitting in my lab high off their ass's on depressents so maybe they could just forget that their lives are meaningless just for a little bit.


So peter just keeps leading more children to their deaths with his cheap ass fairy dust and I keep watching as they plummet to the cold,hard, uncaring concrete below.