zechariah

Got my anti-racism stuff yesterday. Came in a taped up graham crackers box, which I thought was wicked funny but still ghetto awesome..

Kodak has black and white insta-cams now. That is gnarly.

OK the rest of my journal for today will be me writing random lyrics to try to get them out of my head. Its not a song, its just whats been stuck in my head.

All the words I have written
All the same I've thrown away
letters crumpled on the floor
never have felt good enough
words dont come out like they should
Is it over with
should I come in from the dark
should I remember who I am, where Im going
what you are
I drive down this long dark road
pictures of you taped to the wheel
make my way back home
a place I've never known
leaving behind all I know, just to run from you
This skin along my arms
it stings and crawls true blue
this taste across my lips
sings and calls to you.
Beauty fades, we say goodbye
Still a fuck up after all these years.

Today I watched as a man with no face, was mocked and moored, and could not stand idle by. As my tongue lashed and hands clenched, he settled me with calm and muttered words, and his head held high. How he came to this was not my place to ask. A foreign war, diseases bite, but still he had pride. The kind of pride I've never known. A joy for life, without fear, without disgrace, and without anger. I met my hero today.

Ok theres a bunch more stuck in my head but I cant get it to come out right now. The thing about the guy with no face is a true story, I met him in Florida and he was one of the most positive people I have ever met (But I never asked how it happened).

I had a really good conversation with rebeldaisy last night, and I would like to pay anyone who is close to her area to go hold a boombox over your head for her, because for some reason she doesn't think she is worthy of that kind of treatment (and it's not true).

This will probably be another of my growing journals, as I am done writing for right now, but still have more I want to say.

Zechariah