last night i dreamt that i was in south america at a college of natives. they were showing a film about local attacks and violence to bush and his cronies who are visiting. the commentator in my dream noted that bush had to avert his eyes to avoid watching the violent scenes while the rest of us were transfixed by the atrocities playing out in front of us. who knew this disturbance lay so deep within my subconscience?
i go through these phases where i couldn't possibly care less or where i care way too much. those phases are usually much more intense and shorter than they should be. i have the attention span of a goldfish.
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