Syria Genocide War Crimes

Monday, December 29, 2014

I'm going to try to...breathe...cough, choke, sputter, Cleveland - cigs are not mine.

There is no savior. Not Jesus, not anybody, unless people work to free us from the demon transportation via the internal combustion engine. All the rest is drugs, sex, rock and roll, but when the shit hits the fan, the real demon is indeed the internal combustion engine, practically invented so many long centuries ago. And the factories spewing their smoke and garbage.

I could have been an Indian, but I would have been just as oppressed, I guess, from things like worms, the bitter cold, people's attitudes, etc. But I keep breathing, keep struggling on, in a life I never asked for or invented, wishing people would make better cars that run on electric batteries with stations devoted to that, so that I could finally breathe some clean air and go on living. I'm an American Indian, really a white girl who is Racially Impure, and the shit from Black and Brown and White People is smeared all over my face.

But I really did try, huh?