Takes a dried up ballpoint, lemon juice and water, keeps diary invisibly. In the kitchen corner of a basement bachelor suite, there's a certain search for certainty, you know we'll never see her hands touch her childhood home in photos that she took. It's one more omission from a highschool history book; how whole lives are knifed and pushed aside. To whom it may concern...this is to inform...yours, sincerly yours... There's a bus that's leaving half an hour from now. It won't take her where she really wants to go. So she sits there with her luggage at her side. In the empty stations of our empty lives. Take a broken bottle, take a rafter beam, or take a needle and a tarnished spoon. All just words to kill off one more unheard statement in another dying afternoon; she says she's leaving soon. So so long to ten hour shifts and faking sympathies. Farewell to piles of bills, unpaid utilities. All rolled up and unfurled like a flag. Wake up and pack your bag... "It's like being sick all the time, I think, coming home from work, sick in that low-grade continuous way that makes you forget what it's like to be well. We have never in our lives known what it is to be well. what if I were coming home, I think, from doing work that I loved and that was for us all, what if I looked at the houses and the air and the streets, knowing they were in accord, not set against us, what if we knew the powers of this country moved to provide for us and for all people, how would that be, how would we feel and think and what would we create?" 

War Is Peace, Slavery Is Freedom, May All Your Inventions Be Humanitarian 

War Is Peace. Slavery Is Freedom. May All Your Inventions Be Humanitarian. Four more years of War is Peace, Ignorance is Strengh and Slavery is Freedom. Four more. May all your interventions be "Humanitarian". Four more years of pay-to-play politics, power and influence. Four more years of legalized bribery and served corporate interests. So vote for Tweedle-dum or Tweedle-dee and a framework of debate narrowed for you courtesy of the ultra-rich and a media that filters out any voice that challenges their power (like Nader bounced in Boston by State-Troopers because he don't speak for oil-tycoons and bankers, whose pursuit of happiness and liberty demands a rhetoric of fear to be the litmustest for viable heirs to the phony drug-wars , the trumped-up rogue-states , the permanence of a war-economy). I feel less hopeful and less human as I'm reduced to nothing more than cheering on embassy bombings as the liars pave their way through four more years...