Lawllipop-Bag

July 31, 2002. Sun.  I don't like sun.  Shining so gloriously, untouchable by human hands, fat, burning ball of plasma confined within magnetic fields.  Nothing holds The Sun together but magnetism.  Same with humans.  Magnets.  Funny, how easily the magnetic pull binding the atoms of the human body together can be severed.  And yet, no one has destroyed The Sun yet. I'd like to destroy The Sun.  In very much the manner I will destroy Him. He is my magnetic field, binding me together, preventing me from falling apart, when all I really want is to fall.  Crumble.  Disassemble myself.  Rip.  Tear.  Break. B is for Breaking. Heh, ain't that