Crooked Teeth

Thankfully, there are jocks and cheerleaders to put us all back into our place. Because hope is a dangerous thing, and hope should be grounded and leashed and chained and locked. Hope does not float, but hope is present, and hope is an assurance that sticks with us, not be choice, but by the sheer will of self implicated bondage. I hope you realise by now that I am tired and have no idea what I am rambling about after the first sentence.