A Text Conversation Is A Short Exchange

Early Spring Is The Time For Vigorous Change, A Preparation For The Heat-driven Oppression That Is To Come.

There’s Got To Be Someone For Me. It’s Not Too Much To Ask. Just Someone To Be With. Someone To Love. Someone To Give Everything To. Someone.

I Don't Need To Have My Convictions Confirmed By A Show Of Numbers. However, Being Among People In Front Of A Band Leads Me To Believe That All Is Not Lost, That Humans, Now And Then, Can Communicate On A Higher Level Than The Political And The Practical.

Weakness Is What Brings Ignorance, Cheapness, Racism, Homophobia, Desperation, Cruelty, Brutality, All These Things That Will Keep A Society Chained To The Ground, One Foot Nailed To The Floor.

I Was In Pakistan In Islamabad When Bhutto Was Assassinated, And The Next Day, You Know, There's Just Plumes Of Smoke Everywhere. I Mean, Islamabad Is On Fire.