March 18, 2003
It's a 2am Nyquil Nite!
Here I am: sick as a dog with more drainage than the New York bay. Ryan's about to cough up his pleura. I'm contemplating making soup. And it's 2am. But for some reason . . . tomato and basil soup just sounds so good right now. Of course, I'd have to make it from scratch because I'd probably get botcholism or some horrible disease like ebola that would turn my tongue to jelly.
*sigh* And here we are -- on the eve of destruction. What is that song . . . and who sings it . . . . . . oh who knows. This is how it goes tho.
But you tell me over and over and over again my friend
You don't believe we're on the Eve of Destruction.
Don't you understand what I'm tryin' to say
Can't you feel the fear that I feel today
If the button is pushed there's no running away
There'll be no one to save with the world in a grave
Take a look around you boy, it's bound to scare you boy
But you tell me over and over and over again my friend
You don't believe we're on the Eve of Destruction
My blood's so mad -- Feels like coagulating
And I'm just sitting here contemplating
I can't change the truth It has no regulation
A handful of senators won't pass legislation
And marchers alone can't bring integration
When human respect is disintegrating
This whole damn world is too frustrating.
Funny how the same ideas come around again only to show us that no, we haven't actually learned alot in 40 years. That humanity is breaking bit by bit. The human heart is NOT what it once was . . . we've learned to replace its primary functions with lies and vices and self-gain.
Ya know, they say duct tape (you know . . . "duck tape") can fix anything. Can it fix our government? Can it fix a war? Can it fix our species?
I think it's dumb that people are boycotting France. Why do people assume that the whole country feels one way when the governmental leader decides something? And changing food of all things . . . what the hell. Are we really that desparate? Do we really have NOTHING better to do than come up with dumb ass alternatives for foods like "Freedom Fries" and "Freedom Toast?" I mean, surely, why not do something more constructive -- like giving blood, or donating to a charity, or heaven forbid, helping humanity by doing something nice for someone you don't know (maybe even a French person.) Sheesh.
Anyway, I think I'm going to put my sick ass to bed.
Pray for a safer, better tomorrow.
Posted by aida-boy at March 18, 2003 02:27 AM
oh no! it's the killer Asian pneumonia! You haven't been in Vietnam recently, have you?
hope you're feeling better :)
We watch movies of murder and we __ censor the breast
Give thanks for the murders of Chris Columbus
We kill our own and we hail the vote for the man
The lesser of evils and us starring in the role of victum
I wonder how we'd change if we can in this land
I wonder how many mountains we'd move if we band together
Us privelaged Americans
We pass our revisions on to the next generation
We kneel to the gods of corporation
We eat when we're full and hoard all the rest
With out hands on remotes we say, "Yes! We're the best!".
I wonder what we'd change in this land cause we can
Even with western-centricity this rampant
Us ugle Americans
Tied are not my hands
But see strangers and lineaments as part of me as you
We teach our offspring: for themselves, every man
We shrug our shoulders and create yet another "ism"
We dissuade our young from using their imagination
We avert our eyes from this our very own manifestation
I wonder what will change in this land, 'cause we can
I wonder how many mouths we'd fill if we band together
Us awakening Americans
Thought I would put this set of Alanis lyrics on here. I know how much you dislike her, but theyexpress a wonderful idea and prayer for a better tomorrow. I world where we are all moreand welcoming to our fellow man. A better compacity for love, empathy, understanding, and acceptance.
Utopia
we'd gather around all in a room, fasten our belts,
engage in dialogue
we'd all slow down, rest without guilt, not lie without fear
disagree sans judgement
we would stay and respond and expand and include and allow
and forgive and enjoy and evolve and discern and inquire
and accept and admit and divulge andand reach out
and speak up
This is utopia this is my utopia
This is my ideal my end in sight
Utopia this is my utopia
This is my nirvana
My ultimate
we'dour arms, we'd all jump in, we'd all coast down into safety nets
we would share and listen and support and welcome,
be propelled by passion not invest in outcomes, we would breathe and be charmed and amused by difference
be gentle and make room for every emotion
we'd provide forums, we'd all speak out, we'd all be heard,
we'd all feel seen
we'd rise post-obstacle, more defined, more grateful, we would heal, be humbled, and be unstoppable, we'd hold close and let go
and know when to do which
we'd release and disarm and stand up and feel safe
this is utopia this is my utopia
this is my ideal my end in sight
utopia this is my utopia
this is my nirvana
my ultimate
Alanis Morissette
Preach on, Sistah Souljah. ;)
