Have mercy. I'm down on the ground I hear you coming around. Have mercy.
I'm down. I'm underground. I'm like a bug on a plate. Fat cat's dinner date. I'm goin' down.
Oh babe it's cold. We're bought and sold. It's either money you got or somebody I'm not. Yeah babe that's cold.
I'm in the fire. I'm on the pyre. We do what we do after all we been though. I'm on the wire. Goin' higher.
You bleed on me. I'll bleed on you. I'll see you in awhile and then we'll all smile. That's what we'll do. That's what we'll do. I'll get through. That's what I'll do.
“Being is becoming,” and if we’re not “becoming,” we’re probably not doing much “being” either. This blog was started in a half-assed attempt at self-excavation. I have at least two unusual personality traits. The first is that I’m abnormally comfortable with ambiguity. I can happily muck about in the gray areas for years on end. This is probably why I love Seattle. The other is that I have a completely unrealistic belief in my own agency, which I tend to act upon. This blog has changed my life in more ways than I ever imagined. As my job as ED of a activist newspaper sold by homeless people, my vision for organizing, my thinking as a teacher, my history as a working-poor loser turned middle-class “advocate,” and my life as a parent swirled about me, this blog has been a path toward the center. We live in dangerous times, and the seductions to an easy, half-lived life of anesthetized materialism are all around. I have come to understand that my work is to be a revolutionary, both out in the world and within myself, turning over what is old, rotten, stale, and repressive, and building for a future where we can all find happiness and have the things we truly need.
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