I've been hoping on my foot for too long...I hear the drums of war..

[arrgh]

I'm kinda at my wits end, but that's such a stupid thing to say. As if my wit has an end! Surrounded and drawing in in my immediate contact crew, songs, movies and stories from people I don't know, talk of defending, of the fight, of the upfuckingrising. Who is gonna answer the call? It's not enough to have factions alone. It's not right it seems to edge toward any dirty hippie kind of communal bonding. It's glass and gas, fists and storms.

Dance with me, my friends. Dance with your teeth bared and your knuckles sharpened, laugh with me while we do it!