Mi casa es su casa.
Thirteen thousand intruders. A light sound escalating from the floor, a light waltz being performed. Before I incinerate these creepy crawlers off the face of the earth I thoroughly spread this white powder gently on the floor, awaiting mayhem while I sin and glutton with flashbacks of previous struggles. These ants, they just came out of nowhere, man. They just came out of nowhere. I have my eyes on one of them. Runs in circles. Has unlocked the pattern, knows how to go about it. Smart little bugger.
I'm smart too.
If I had a gun I'd be lying awake at night wondering what to do with my gun. Make up scenarios in my head where it would come to great use. After all my own little empire needs arms. This room - the room I live in - is sanctuary. Any lawmen of governmental fascism who steps on your rights here is committing a moral law against nature. Anyone who claims ownership of this land, is committing a moral law against nature. Here is equality, here is justice. Here is freedom, here is utopia. Mi casa es su casa.
