i live in constant fear of having a double chin.

January is the cruelest month

i need to clear my head. i cant seem to get anything done.

the first thing i've written all year. kind of.

the lungs filled like air bags when the boy blew into them at the nine news health fair, showing the effects of smoking.
she had ditched gym and it was the only place to go. her socks had ridden down and the elastic was slack around her ankles, making her three year old sneakers uncomfortable.
she felt dumb in her dirty p.e shorts and avoided eye contact with him on the bleachers.
apparently he had skipped as well and decided against going to the library in sport clothes, just like her.
he came down anyway skipping every other step and took a written test on drunk driving next to her. they were both just doing it for the lolly pop.



he rubbed his eyes because his contacts were bothering him. he put his finger to the iris, trying to adjust it. she shivered and looked down at her chipping nail polish.
where the hell is this going? no where. lets try again.

can you tell how hard i am trying to be edgy yet?

"

anything on this earth is bound to have some evil mixed in with it. the white man isnt really together with his own people - to think so is overestimating his power. people who want freedom should consider the white mans weakness. he's insane! he rapes and kills his own, robs his own banks, cheats his own system, ignores his sick and helpless and old. they throw each other into ovens and make lampshades and upholstery from their own hides.

then they lie about these things to each other in their newspapers.


"

charles mingus 'beneath the underdog'

art brut (not the band)

http://www.artbrut.ch/index.cfm?Show=Oeuvres&ArtisteID=85

i dont want to think about it

http://www.exxonsecrets.org/


is there hope?
http://www.foe.co.uk/campaigns/climate/case_studies/index.html