At first they came for the smokers but I did not speak out as I did not smoke. Then they came for the binge drinkers but I said nothing as I did not binge. Now they have an obesity strategy.
Monday, June 16, 2008
Poetry
Without fog and rain
The village faces West. To sit sipping an iced coffee, watching the light fade, is a moment of perfection stolen from the demands of life.
3 comments:
That's right, happy thoughts...
Sick individual.
You sit in your bourgeois idle and give off of nuliebore rubbish.
Two words: napalm all the fuckers and the fuckers and shit like that.
just saying like.
absolutely stunning. True moments!
Rich Muir
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