Goddamn, it's a quarter to midnight but I obsessively listen to this piece of music. I want to learn how to play it.
It's kind of a sad and emo song, although the subject (war - how regardless of who wins, the soldiers always lose) is no joke.
And listening to it, I realized a great irony. You know what's going on in Darfur, right? So maybe the UN or maybe the AU will go in, it'll be a police action, and they'll kill Janjaweed all over the place. Great! To stop the slaughter, let's have... slaughter.
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Also, I hate the kind of dreams where you question your conscience for not waking you up at how horrible the things you're dreaming of are. Or the kind where you wake up screaming but I haven't had any of those lately.
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I'm establishing this for its own sake. I may or may not ever use it. HOMG I USED IT
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"When I give food to the poor, they call me a saint. When I ask why they are poor, they call me a Communist." -- Archbishop Hélder Câmara (1909-1999)
Jon Foster Steele
February 2nd, 1972 - June 6, 2010
Artist, advocate, brother and friend.
May he receive comfort, and inherit peace.
Jon Foster Steele
February 2nd, 1972 - June 6, 2010
Artist, advocate, brother and friend.
May he receive comfort, and inherit peace.
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