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Sometimes I come home and my room smells like it did when I first moved into the house, and it feels like a new start; and everything can go wrong again, but everything can go right.
This started out as a haiku, but when I realised what I wanted to say, I realised I couldn’t say it without moving the walls:
Only in silence
And in darkness
I see and hear everything in total clarity
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I hate the fact that if George Bush wins this election it’s going to be off the back of the fundamentalist right wing who are voting exclusively because they want to crush abortion rights and gay rights. I hate that people can be so self-righteous and so selfish as to vote the worse candidate in so that he can remove freedom. I hate that there is a party that believes in choice and a party that believes in themselves, and that the sanctimonious latter wins because people refuse to accept that faith is faith and that you can’t hang somebody on your own beliefs.
I’m patiently waiting for the day when evolution extends to people thinking for themselves.
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