i remember georgina
those dead tannin pool eyes
i thought i wanted to drown 
i drowned
but didn't die 

there were already so many
little dead guys 
floating around in there
in georgina's dead eyes

Don't let the bastards get you down for dogs sake.

i remember parents without partners picnics
all the women acting all carefree and looking desperate
for partners and feeding the fire for s'mores and 
i stood there cultivating my blank stare

i heard them making bets on how many would be shot memorial weekend.

Do not allow
the democracy of the furor
to make you
addicted to hate
and i mean me.

it's not cynical at all patriotism like operation
iraqi freedom it's totally legit just look at operation
palestine freedom this shit works of course
you have to break some heads to make some settlements
money or freedom don't come cheap freedom
has to be paid for in blood, and oil, ok and heroin, yes there's that
moloch must be fed before freedom can even be entertained, how
you gonna have freedom when moloch is hungry
have a heart we're doing our best to spread democracy
terror is just a means to that end we swear the ones
who die they're terrorists
that's how you tell we're the good guys.
thanks for listening and vote war.

Places hold things,
You have to be an asshole not to acknowledge that.
Bodies, houses, earth: feelings, energy, spirit.
Deny them if you must,
They don't care.
Call them
What you will.

Elisa Albert,
After Birth.