no one really wants to talk about it.. and no one really wants to hear about it. because every one has their own opinion (to which they are entitled ...) but all our ideas clash and talking means defending what you believe in, and isn't that difficult when what we're shown is only half the battle. the fall of saddam hussein, the fall of capitalism, the fall of civilization. who knows. no one knows. the people who assure us they know are biased in their own favor.

"what stress?" says a soldier's wife,. "there is no stress. this is what america is about."

an anti-war protester has a bumper sticker on her forehead.

there are too many of us and we're moving faster and faster and losing more and more room. eventually we are going to explode and SOMETHING is going to happen.

i'll keep my fingers crossed.

[that is the ugliest jacket i have ever seen and i want it bad. pink on one side brown on the other. victoria clarke, you mad fashion genius]

my dad was talking to mary about my brother.. how he's not sure if he made the right decision in bailing him out of jail, he doesn't want him to fall back into the same problems. mary says, "well, brian, what's wrong with him?"

"he's just. really depressed."

"yeah, well, sara was really depressed too, but no one saw that because she was alone in that house when she went through it! sara always gets pushed to the side!"

...

march is a strange month. i'm okay, dan. thank you. i think if i were to change the design of this thing it would motivate me to write. fall is no longer here and spring started two days ago. ..i could smell it yesterday. that feeling last year of everything building everything growing fresh cut grass and sunshine. open windows and ceiling fans. raspberry cranberry and grape cranberry. and (diet) green tea. and thoughts that sputter and start and turn over and digress.

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