as of late i'm trying to be apolitical because everything is so saturated, and in all the wrong ways, with politics BUT

this bothers me to no end

THE WEATHERMAN NEVER KILLED ANYONE. yeah, they blew up government buildings. they never killed anyone. actually, they did kill someone. one of their guys blew himself up building a bomb. they organized and agitated. they did not murder, nor did they want to. that would have been hypocritical, since they were responding to violence and murder against their brothers (the black panthers) and violent aggression in Vietnam. it would be nowhere near the hypocrisy of a Bush supporter accusing Obama of "pal-ing around with terrorists." Bush is just a terrorist with bureaucratic approval.

i can't take any of this shit. i wish i could just hibernate until Nov. 5th.

when you feel trapped between everything and nothing

what does that make you?

at the very least,

panicked.

ps. the new Organ ep is SOOOOOO good.

because part of me is still in high school...

haha that's fucking ridiculous.

time has become NOTHING

i feel this needs to be known by those who do not know:

that song Black Sheep Boy by Okkervil River is a cover of a Tim Hardin song. he's not very well-known, but he's pretty awesome.

when it comes to decisions of life and death

we act like we know

because we HAVE to.

ACT

but we don't know.

being placed in a situation does not necessarily

enlighten you to IT

yes, i live here. 

no, i do not have the key.

all is fair in love and war.

As the floorboards moaned under the soldiers’ feet, the children groaned in their sleep. Their young, beautiful faces radiant under layers of dirt and dreams.  The people who were never there.  But the soldiers were on their way.  Coming up the stairs.  Pounding in the hall, getting closer, raising the dust into the dark where it hung for a moment and settled back down.  The children were dreaming. They were dreaming of nothing, but their sleep was not silent.  It was filled with shaking bones, racing eyelashes, flailing limbs, and prophetic ramblings in tongues.  All the secrets in the world were being forced through these children submerged in sleep.  Channels, conduits, for the Universe and its vibrations.  They felt and saw our dreams and had none of their own.  They felt the repercussions of our actions, our willingness to disturb and unsettle the innocent.

A man just outside their building was smoking a cigarette. He had been dreaming about burning the city to the ground, but when the soldiers stormed past him he felt nothing again, and kept smoking his pack of cigarettes.

“The contraband must be eradicated,” a walkie-talkie said.

“Engaging.”

define irony

when blind people can't see the point