A sick day. I haven't had an actual sick day in years. Usually I suck it up and go to class/work anyway and save 'sick' days for when I'm too hung over to stand. It's strange.
Just went outside for my first cigarette of the day. Listening to APC's cover of 'Imagine,' and the air raid sirens went off (as they will at 1 of every 1st Wed of the month, sure), and it was all too much.
The tears came.
Bush won. Right now we can't even begin to guess what this will mean. How much suffering, how much death this preludes...
The temptation of the obvious, that is to flee America, is mighty powerful. But I can't do that. This is my home. And we're not going peacefully.
This is my warcry.
Just went outside for my first cigarette of the day. Listening to APC's cover of 'Imagine,' and the air raid sirens went off (as they will at 1 of every 1st Wed of the month, sure), and it was all too much.
The tears came.
Bush won. Right now we can't even begin to guess what this will mean. How much suffering, how much death this preludes...
The temptation of the obvious, that is to flee America, is mighty powerful. But I can't do that. This is my home. And we're not going peacefully.
This is my warcry.
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kungfuvoodoo:
Succinctly... well saidsuccinctly
neodrunk:
Dude, you haven't even seen stale yet.
