Perfected :: Her Body :: Greek Necessity :: Deep Throats :: Scrolls

MakeTea Not War Why is it that every time my faith in humanity is reawakened, something always destroys it? While sitting by an oak tree in the Meadows, eating a banana and peanut butter muffin and trying to write the everlasting embryonic novel, a chain of people beating drums and waving banners made its way towards the city centre. Turns out about four or five high schools went up to storm the castle in protest against the war with Iraq. And Tony Blair still isn't listening. Spent most of my shift at the pub wondering who the hell was actually supporting him. Leafed through a left over copy of some tabloid bullshit and realised. The Sun. Huh. And this isn't telling you ANYTHING, dude? Right now he makes me ashamed to be a member of the Labour Party. Sadly, whilst Clare Short's threatened resignation makes the papers, the LGBT Officer of Edinburgh Labour Students wouldn't have *quite* the same impact. But still... And all those 'Make Smut Not War icons I've seen around. Well. Yes. Quite. I'll get on that, shall I? ______________________________ we have come so far :: it is over

Accomplishment :: The Moon :: Toga :: Night Flower