2005.11.27

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Series 3: Desperate Cry for Help

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Desperate Cry for Help 019

Okay, so the tear gas was fair, and I understand the restraints.

I just thought I could help those kids. I thought I could show them the light of the hollow and empty, heartlessly cruel, adult dominated world in which they have found themselves.

I guess a crude gun and half remembered nights of drugs and easy women might not have been the best way to convey that message. But I want to convey messages. I want to reach out.

I see people wandering the streets. They are lost. They don't have compasses, they don't carry maps with them, and their watches are always 3 minutes fast.

I really hate the whole idea of time, and people, the mass, the crowd, rushing, living, not becoming - just BEING.

What the hell is the point of all that?

I want to bake a strawberry cake for humanity, tell them all to let their hair down occasionally...

And perhaps, maybe, have some ice cream as well.

 

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