scrawls.

scrawls

still cheaper than therapy*

26.9.06

it's funny because it's true. because i had a medium iced latte and because i REFUSE to call it grande only that's still what they say when they're handing them out, have a nice day, thanks, and because when i have a medium iced latte i get ... itchy. i have never lived in a place where they regularly have real protests. With people and signs and organization. Here there are people on the second Thursday of every other month protesting the death penalty with a big tattered banner with the letters too small to really read, but there are only ever about three of them, and they always look cold, and people throw shit at them driving by. And you give them a nice smile and a little wave and they look at you like they're wondering what you're going to throw. The hell? i want there to be something i can do, something i can really do that makes a fucking difference. but if i keep voting Democrat in Texas then my voice will never be heard. my senators will never be my senators and they fucking well know it. my vote for whoever i want the president to be is silenced. whatever letters i write or petitions i sign are ignored. why bother? Revolutionaries are sexy. Idealists. if i could have lived in France during the revolution. in Russia. England. Even here.

scrawled @ 18:39