Wednesday, October 08, 2003

this past weekend, a girl sang on stage and i felt like i had fallen asleep on the inside of a raindrop, waking up into a dream. she's soft speaking, and i feel sweet regardless of what the morning brings.

war on 54 was an event of dopest proportions. but even though prop five-four didn't pass, i'm still not happy. just relieved. we fought so hard for something we shouldn't even be fighting about to begin with. i feel like a soldier with a victory i can hardly appreciate, but i can't imagine how it must feel to be a real soldier, to be in iraq, to be fighting and to be never coming home. someone tells me about his cousin, how he fought for independence in a country i can't pronounce (shame on me) in africa, how he is a hero, but how he is now in america and no one knows who he is (but does anyone really know anyone else)?

sorry to depress everyone.

tonight, i mourn june jordan. funny, i don't even know you.

ps:

what do a kangaroo and an eagle have in common.