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Does anyone want to volunteer to murder me?
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It's horrible. It's just awful. Like, stupid fucked up people in a stupid fucked up world. Oh my god.
I really hope whoever wins for president tries to stop this. I don't think we can count on Bush to step in and make an end to this, so hopefully whoever wins '08 will. I know it's a long time, but it's better than nothing. I'd like to see this end on it's own, but I doubt that. Maybe Darfur taught them something. Maybe Rwanda taught them something. I don't know. But I hope they act differently.
I swear, if I were a politician, I would do so much to stop these things. These people, these politicians, they seem like good people. Now, I know there's SO much more to it, but I wish they would do more. I get that there's a science to this, but goddammit there has to be more they can do. I don't get why. I would. I would try so much. They need our help. I mean, it's early. They can end it now before it gets out of control.
I don't know, these things bother me. Like, it just makes me sad. Not angry or resentful, sad. I know that probably sounds so selfish, but I just don't get it. I don't get why we won't do more. I don't get why the world watches. These are HUMAN BEINGS. I don't understand how people can watch this, then go on with their lives as if nothing has happened. I don't understand why the leaders can let this happen. What the fuck is wrong with the world?
Sorry, I'm ranting. This is just really pissing me off.
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Where the Sidewalk Ends
by Shel Silverstein
There is a place where the sidewalk ends
And before the street begins,
And there the grass grows soft and white,
And there the sun burns crimson bright,
And there the moon-bird rests from his flight
To cool in the peppermint wind.
Let us leave this place where the smoke blows black
And the dark street winds and bends.
Past the pits where the asphalt flowers grow
We shall walk with a walk that is measured and slow,
And watch where the chalk-white arrows go
To the place where the sidewalk ends.
Yes we'll walk with a walk that is measured and slow,
And we'll go where the chalk-white arrows go,
For the children, they mark, and the children, they know
The place where the sidewalk ends.
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