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Month: September, 2016

harvest dance

many who think they’re improvising are following a script written in stone many who think they’re reading the score are making it up as they go along if you think you know what you’re doing think again, and play along if you think you don’t know what you’re doing think again, and play along

the new politics

to look, unflinchingly, into the eyes that everyone agrees look back with hatred, and see the human heart that animates them, and meet it with your own

propaganda

if you haven’t held a wrong view, i don’t trust you. but let’s hug, and talk.