Tuesday, June 29, 2010

i love warm wind and the smell of fresh-cut grass

this weekend, my city turned into a police-state
i know lots of people who have seen worse, who have lived this everyday
that's why my grandparents came here, to get away from it -
it's not supposed to happen here.
there is a lesson in this about being naive and idealistic...
you get fucked.
i vote
i've tried writing letters and signing petitions...
it doesn't work.
the big bad greedy selfish men always win
my love life concurs
the only sensible plan is to avoid bringing any more small humans into this world
we'll call my failure a conscious contribution to society.
one day the planet will be happier without us here
i will pray that i'm gone before someone blows us all up
spin my hope
and hide my tears