Flicking my way through old entries .. this one was written five years ago. A lot can happen in five years. A lot can't happen in five years. A lot can or cannot happen ain't that the shitfuckupery of it all?
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I believe in small, symbolic revolutionary acts.
Today I was pushing my son in his stroller and saw an old guy coming towards us. I decided to smile at him, you know how the gurus say to smile at a stranger and you both feel good? Well as this dude walked past, I looked at his face, tried to catch his eye but I couldn't catch his eye. Both his eyes were too busy staring at my boobs. It happens ... I'm a female and he has a penis. It startled him when I laughed.
I'll try to lift a strangers spirits again another day. I won't lose hope.
I've stopped numbing myself and started to feel my goddamn pain again. It hurts. It's glorious. I'M ALIVE.
The only thing more important than standing up for yourself is standing up for other people who can't stand up at all. Once I even got arrested for it.
Breaking free from consumerism, attitudes, and expectations is key. Especially routines. Take your kids out for lazy fish and chips at the lake and let them get muddy and stay up late. It's so cool. So not boring.
I turned off the satellite navigation system in my car and was like Luke Skywalker using the force. Took a wrong turn into Chinatown ... it was so vivid and colourful and I vowed to go back for the Chinese New Year Parade next week.
Years ago my counsellor in group therapy listened to me harp on for twenty minutes non-stop. He didn't acknowledge anything that I told him ... just ordered me out into my backyard to plant my feet in the dirt. The whole group laughed and I hated them. It was to teach me to literally get grounded.
It worked.
You either feel the revolution burning in you, or you have a vague unease of something more. It will not be televised, not be televised, not be televised.
Do you want to know a secret? The most revolutionary act you could ever do, in this day and age?
Is tell the truth.
Pass it on.
You will not be able to stay home, brother
You will not be able to plug in, turn on and drop out
You will not be able to lose yourself on skag and skip Skip out for beer during commercials
Because the revolution will not be televised
There will be no highlights on the eleven o'clock news
and no pictures of hairy armed women
Liberationists and Jackie Onassis blowing her nose
The theme song will not be written by Jim Webb, Francis Scott Key nor sung by Glen Campbell, Tom Jones, Johnny Cash Englebert Humperdink, or the Rare Earth
The revolution will not be televised
The revolution will not be right back after a message
About a whitetornado, white lightning, or white people
You will not have to worry about a germ on your bedroom
a tiger in your tank, or the giant in your toilet bowl
The revolution will not go better with Coke
The revolution will not fight the germs that cause bad breath
The revolution WILL put you in the driver's seat
The revolution will not be televised WILL not be televised
WILL NOT BE TELEVISED
The revolution will be no re-run brothers
The revolution will be live
I believe in small, symbolic revolutionary acts.
Today I was pushing my son in his stroller and saw an old guy coming towards us. I decided to smile at him, you know how the gurus say to smile at a stranger and you both feel good? Well as this dude walked past, I looked at his face, tried to catch his eye but I couldn't catch his eye. Both his eyes were too busy staring at my boobs. It happens ... I'm a female and he has a penis. It startled him when I laughed.
I'll try to lift a strangers spirits again another day. I won't lose hope.
I've stopped numbing myself and started to feel my goddamn pain again. It hurts. It's glorious. I'M ALIVE.
The only thing more important than standing up for yourself is standing up for other people who can't stand up at all. Once I even got arrested for it.
Breaking free from consumerism, attitudes, and expectations is key. Especially routines. Take your kids out for lazy fish and chips at the lake and let them get muddy and stay up late. It's so cool. So not boring.
I turned off the satellite navigation system in my car and was like Luke Skywalker using the force. Took a wrong turn into Chinatown ... it was so vivid and colourful and I vowed to go back for the Chinese New Year Parade next week.
Years ago my counsellor in group therapy listened to me harp on for twenty minutes non-stop. He didn't acknowledge anything that I told him ... just ordered me out into my backyard to plant my feet in the dirt. The whole group laughed and I hated them. It was to teach me to literally get grounded.
It worked.
You either feel the revolution burning in you, or you have a vague unease of something more. It will not be televised, not be televised, not be televised.
Do you want to know a secret? The most revolutionary act you could ever do, in this day and age?
Is tell the truth.
Pass it on.
You will not be able to stay home, brother
You will not be able to plug in, turn on and drop out
You will not be able to lose yourself on skag and skip Skip out for beer during commercials
Because the revolution will not be televised
There will be no highlights on the eleven o'clock news
and no pictures of hairy armed women
Liberationists and Jackie Onassis blowing her nose
The theme song will not be written by Jim Webb, Francis Scott Key nor sung by Glen Campbell, Tom Jones, Johnny Cash Englebert Humperdink, or the Rare Earth
The revolution will not be televised
The revolution will not be right back after a message
About a whitetornado, white lightning, or white people
You will not have to worry about a germ on your bedroom
a tiger in your tank, or the giant in your toilet bowl
The revolution will not go better with Coke
The revolution will not fight the germs that cause bad breath
The revolution WILL put you in the driver's seat
The revolution will not be televised WILL not be televised
WILL NOT BE TELEVISED
The revolution will be no re-run brothers
The revolution will be live
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