Amanda:	i hate the css profile
i want to kill everything
but i'm glad that i'm doing it now instead of later
omg doing this with my sister is so great
she has an aptitude for looking at billions of numbers
i'm going to make her do my taxes in the future
Alex:	...this is like
child exploitation
i'm picturing a sweatshop
where kids are forced to do taxes
and you are walking around with a duster in your hand
ready to beat up a kid at the first sight of an arithmetic error
the room is drafty
kids are wearing thin shirts and no shoes
you are wearing a leather coat and boots
outside is snowing
the gusty wind pounds the thin window panes
inside is the sound of silence
only the croaky moan of pencil against paper
there flickering light is a symphony of despair
the smell of sulfur is a poem of sorrow
inside the decimals and numbers are the dreams of childhood
the stings of frozen fingers are the only constants
and in their tiny worlds
there are no variables
for tomorrow is a reprise of yesteryear
and memory is a weight they do not bear
the end