Women would change the world i…
Women would change the world if they ceased to property of men, obvious or not.
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Maybe we could agree we’re gla…
Maybe we could agree we’re glad to be alive. On shared earth. Within taken, winner-defined boundaries. A start? #america #4thofJuly
Pardon today’s revolutionary f…
Pardon today’s revolutionary fervor.
It’s the planting of something. And Johnny Cash.
Together. Or alone. Or in fo…
Together.
Or alone.
Or in forts
of the same
damn people
just like you.
Do you mind if we agree to red…
Do you mind if we agree to redefine what the fuck America is?
It is “Independence Day” and all.
Also. And. Ever. Always. N…
Also.
And.
Ever.
Always.
Nothing
less.
Truly.
If you’re from any part of Nor…
If you’re from any part of North America & aren’t struck, even a teeny bit, by Grandmaster Flash’s ‘The Message’, I distrust your humanity.
If you are from any part of No…
If you are from any part of North America and are not touched, at least a little bit, by late Johnny Cash, I distrust your humanity.
I envy my neighbor. She can g…
I envy my neighbor.
She can grow a proper crew cut.
Nihil cannot.
It’s virtual capital. So hard…
It’s virtual capital.
So hard to seize.
So hard to storm
the Bastille these days.
I believe we must Do nothing …
I believe we must
Do nothing less
Than take back
The entire world
From America
And its copycat
Inhumane money makers.
She & I were not meant to meet…
She & I were not meant to meet.
So we will make it up.
As we go. America.
Wave your parade.
Happy In de fucken pendence Day.
Living three houses over, for …
Living three houses over, for 12 fucken years, not meeting my lovely, ever-so-human, crew cut lesbian. That’s so sad. America. Whoo. Free.
So glad to meet Rita, my neigh…
So glad to meet Rita, my neighbor, having a bad day, hearing Johnny Cash, and wandering over, bumping into the laziest landscaper ever.
I am nothing if not sincere …
I am nothing
if not sincere
and so much
less if I’m not.
It is a frightening responsibi…
It is a frightening responsibility
to change, in any way. any small, shovel-sized, part of our planet. Even if it’s my “own” tiny property.
I honestly do not know what i…
I honestly do not know
what irony is any more.
I thought I knew once.
I think. But that was
Literature. Drama. Art.
Academia. Enclave
These plants are not, indeed,…
These plants
are not, indeed,
planting themselves.
At the risk of originality. Heh heh.
(Slashing sarcasm, btw. Not bloody irony.)
Yeah, i know. It’s a thinkbox…
Yeah, i know.
It’s a thinkbox.
Covers all errors.