Welcome to my blog. This is where I will whine about how unfair life is for a middle-class white American adolescent male. Oh! Tragedy, tragedy! Angst-ridden life... How come no one reads this? Am I not interesting enough for you!? You all hate me! Well I hate you too!
Well, this is sure to help that tens of thousands with no food, water or sanitation... Jesse is there to blame the Hurricane on George Bush. How helpful that was...
I bet the looters will stop destroying my home town now that Jesse's there.
Jesse Jackson: Bush Ignored Black Flood Victims Rev. Jesse Jackson accused the Bush administration on Friday of not acting faster to rescue New Orleans' beleaguered flood victims because they were largely black, poor and Democrat
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Even in the smallest ways, people change because of it. They make decisions and second guess them a little less. They live to live, build, create, design, reason, and dance. It’s a realization of eternality and finality all at once. They thrive from it. Although, some curl up and shudder.
Blue dawn clouds glide over hills just outside of the old town, where it has already been morning for 15 minutes. The buildings are on fire with the early sun. Somedays the hills pray for rain, so that the scrapers won't light up. Damn hose shiney buildings.
And all of a sudden, out of the blue, in from the rain, a letter from you, asking how I've really really been, and how you're truly interested. I can't believe my eyes. What a beautiful sunrise.