Today I imidiatly knew where to go. I just walked there with Mark and them, incredibly excited to blow off my plans. We sat on a table to talk.
Talk of buisness.
We began to discus our ideas. We`ve hardly got any grasp going, all we have are ideas ideas ideas. I explained to them we need to grasp and move unto our plans, not just plan them all. Graiden told them to listen to my theories.
We need profit.
Market of music,
First we use supporters. Simple, even just the four of us can run bingo.
Even just the four of us can run a cheap way to make money.
But with supporters...
We can run many things
Ounce we have profit
We can start what we want.
Money can get you all but love.
And I`m the only one thats got that gift and joy and honour.
Which is why this will never interupt with my true happiness.
And my true future.
Later that day
"Time for Tom to go home."
It caught me by suprise.
I was looking forward to being there until later. I realy didnt want to leave Chancey, god I wanted to spend time with her.
So i mosied to the door, making every excuse to hold me love in my arms and every excuse to tell her I loved her.
I couldnt say it enough.
It was a good goodbye, like they should be. Full of happiness yet still a need to stay.
Walking out I glanced back to see Chancey losing the computer, which was quickly dominated by Kelsey and Amanda. I felt a tickle of jealousy at the sight, but quickly felt silly and childish well setting in reality
Theres a difference between you and Amanda.
So once again I paced a march as fast as a German soldier. I`ve always been told I walk fast. Its been embeded in my head since 11.
16 year old boy. Green hair. Combat Jacket. Leather Pants.
Listing to orchestra and choir.
Regular bad ass.
Plotting other ways.
Passing the spot I rolled up my fishnets to avoid being called a fag.
Got me slightly cross.
I regret doing it.
And once again I plot of the way I would show my revenge and proving them all...
This is no coward.
But I was.
Stepping in a puddle.
Leaving a trail.
Admiring my goose step prints.
Visualizing me, in front of 500 troops. Walking down that very road. My own Putsch.
I shout Zig.
And am responded by 500 stiff right arms, and screaming "Heil!"
I never did like the fact Hitler was against all those things.
So my soldiers wouldnt be saluting his beleifs.
Nor would they be saluting white-power or anti-semetism or racism.
Whey would be saluting
Not because I`m evil or deadly or feared.
But because I`m.... me. My beleifs, my rights, my ideas.
Heil Schneider. [Laugh] (My last name in German is Schneider)