Life is havoc wreaked upon us, we drink aqua from sapphires, bemused in spite of it. Inspired because of it. She might be gone, but the house is still here. Stands sturdy, German construction in the ghetto. Nothin' 'bout these walls are hollow. But they are hallowed. Even if you only see squalor. There's still laughter in the parlor, so please excuse my pallor, and don't you dare call us fuckin' "parlor libertarians". Anymore. We're all Einsteins & librarians, cancer-free vegetarians, radical radicals. We're gonna brake protocol, heed the call, and start a new procedure. Ramrod this roughshod ramshackle politic because our love is thick-- -- thicker than your poisoned water....
Where conspiracy theories meet feminist theories. (And sometimes there's poems).