Chili, sipping soda, reading ferlinghetti.
It's my privilege.
Sure does ruin a meal to know that anyone's needs are unfulfilled.
That's why we're gathered here, it's for every one of us and a love of.
Can't leave it up to fate or an invisible hand we've had too much of that.
Pretty windy mountains.
The sound of their fall is soft.
One cage built on Monday…
Tuesday is a cage for us all.
That's why we're gathered here under melting skies in parking lots and on waves.
We're architects of a new dream house (or something like that) we'll find our place.

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    General CommentBecause of the way our world is currently run we cannot feed everyone. The fact that not everyone is guaranteed the basic needs of life is enough to know that we need to completely reinvent the way we organize ourselves. Through my eyes, a non-hierarchal, cooperative structuring is our only hope. Then, maybe, we would all have enough to eat. Then, maybe, we might not be so alone.
    kquedequalsvolvoon February 24, 2008   Link

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