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Monday, April 22, 2013

morning


Outside, the sun is shining, it's cold, a neighbor is sanding using a machine,
inside, it's warm and quiet, the sun shines through the glass, I’ve found comfort.




Saturday, April 20, 2013

marathon


Fred Flintstones
It reminds me of mass hysteria and lynching.
I’m not saying that they didn’t do it, just don’t know, haven’t seen convincing proof.
But journalist named them terrorist, killers, bombers, prejudice comes to the surface.
Convicted already by serious journalist without having evidence, hearsay day after day.
It’s a media spectacle, an orgy, show time, disgusting.
What is real and what is not, we just don’t know it, the lie has become stronger than the truth,
or the truth has become stranger than the lie.
I didn’t see this mass ejaculation as a result of the many shootings on schools.
Why not? they were not foreign monsters, but sick homegrown schoolboys, signs of a sick society,
like a sneeze when a body is sick.
Terrorism is a magic word, it covers all, like an insurance, very handy, but it doesn’t cure anything.