at night when i walk out into the redwoods to go to sleep i look up at the stars. stare for a moment. a breathy undertoned 'woah' seeps from the depths of my throught. from the epiglotis. the word drivin by the thought /whare are we going?/ to the lungs? to be digested? who is deciding this... our presedent? is our socity about to digest and
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Politics control, like, everything. It's just like Titanic. And more and more people are saying, TURN! TURN!, trying to get this MASSIVE thing to steer away from the iceberg. It's like pulling teeth out with a string. Slow, forceful, stubborn. That's how I see politics...And the political leaders who are lazy bees about saving their home planet.
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