She held him for ransom
Strange. Life is so strange. Make up your mind. Minds are only made up of moments and to chain them to the past and drag them by the future leaves a bloody mess.
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Co-op presentation to AS is this Wednesday but my mind isn't fully focused. All of a sudden I feel so uncertain. I feel dirty, oozing with a feeling of abomination. I know what I want to say but circumstance prevents it. There is so much work to be done. Shit. There is nostruggle as long as we keep ourselves divided over tactics and 'legitimacy'. Fuck. Goals. What happened to collective goals?
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I enjoy being someone's lover. To me, it means being able to share warmth with each other and losing yourself in hand holding and eye gazing. It's wanting to explode all the time and missing scents, touch, looks, and laughter when distance separates. Ultimately, it's learning to love moments while teasing the future and embracing the past. Learning to is.
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I don't know how I feel about the Russell-free campaign. I understand the need for sweat-free campaigns, but what is the point if imperialism is not addressed? First it was Coca-cola, then it was Nike. Now it's Russell. Corporate accountability is a sham. When will it be time to smash imperialism? To put an end to capitalism and exploitation in the work-place? Forcing a university to stop ordering clothing from Russell does not put power back into the hands of workers in the factories - it just forces the corporation to shut down the current factory, put thousands of workers out of a job, and re-open the same damn factory under a new name. That's corporate accountability for you. We can't do much for workers in Honduras if we don't even own our own damn workplaces at home. What does it say about the sweat-free campaign when the workplaces in America sure as hell aren't sweat free?
Fuck the bosses.
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Co-op presentation to AS is this Wednesday but my mind isn't fully focused. All of a sudden I feel so uncertain. I feel dirty, oozing with a feeling of abomination. I know what I want to say but circumstance prevents it. There is so much work to be done. Shit. There is nostruggle as long as we keep ourselves divided over tactics and 'legitimacy'. Fuck. Goals. What happened to collective goals?
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I enjoy being someone's lover. To me, it means being able to share warmth with each other and losing yourself in hand holding and eye gazing. It's wanting to explode all the time and missing scents, touch, looks, and laughter when distance separates. Ultimately, it's learning to love moments while teasing the future and embracing the past. Learning to is.
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I don't know how I feel about the Russell-free campaign. I understand the need for sweat-free campaigns, but what is the point if imperialism is not addressed? First it was Coca-cola, then it was Nike. Now it's Russell. Corporate accountability is a sham. When will it be time to smash imperialism? To put an end to capitalism and exploitation in the work-place? Forcing a university to stop ordering clothing from Russell does not put power back into the hands of workers in the factories - it just forces the corporation to shut down the current factory, put thousands of workers out of a job, and re-open the same damn factory under a new name. That's corporate accountability for you. We can't do much for workers in Honduras if we don't even own our own damn workplaces at home. What does it say about the sweat-free campaign when the workplaces in America sure as hell aren't sweat free?
Fuck the bosses.