 ou do (plastic dreams) Tuesday, February 13, 2007 i tell you, i don't know where to turn when it comes to spouting off about our world. sure the grammys are a fairly easy target for a monday but when you wake up on tuesday to 2 different mass murder situations, word that Iran may already be too involved in the 'N' word--no not that 'N' word the other one--for us to stop their bomb and N. Korea saying they are doing away with their 'N' bomb capabilities, Barack stumbling to take back the word 'waste' (can i go ahead and dub it the 'W' word--no not that 'W'--a new one), speaking of that one 'W,' the Dixie Chicks and the media's blabber with the whole political statement thing (i could go on about this horse shit for hours how three corporate country divas have found themselves unwitting activists with 5 grammys and millions of dollars to show for it), tornadoes in NOLA, snow in the east, global warming, global icing and who the fuck knows, i could be the father of dannielynn smith. i say to hell with strunk's the elements of style, run-on sentences rule, but i digress. on this day where there is just too much to think about, i'm gonna chose to not play, it's v-day eve, have you picked up your layaways...(heh, heh, i said 'lay.') a boy can dream. Diana (Mark L clone). New Kodak Porta 400 UC. Donate. Nominate. Comment (7) | Permalink |
