I feel like I can run 10 miles
And then eat a cake, straight out of the singing bowl of Rage
Mind spouting obscenities
How did it come to this?
Why am I shooting off the mouth like a loose canon
spiraling through the atmosphere?
Where’s grace, goddamnit?
It’s about not being listened to
It’s about not being taken into account
It’s about blame
Doing it wrong
Get off –
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He said I’m gonna buy this place and burn it down
I’m gonna put it six feet underground
He said I’m gonna buy this place and watch it fall
Stand here beside me baby, in the crumbling walls
Oh, I’m gonna buy this place and start a fire
Stand here until I fill all your heart’s desires
Because I’m gonna buy this place and see it burn
Do back the things it did to you in return
Ah, ah, ah, ah
He said I’m gonna buy a gun and start a war
If you can tell me something worth fighting for
Oh, and I’m gonna buy this place, that’s what I said
Blame it upon a rush of blood to the head
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Two girls, autumn day, tea to go.
“So, I got crazy people living in my building and there’s this one woman who’s always throwing me shade. I’ve done nothing to her and yet, she looks like she’s ready to pounce on me.
And I’ve been reading up on the Trump-disaster this week and there’s this one journalist who talks about not getting bullied. Let’s not get bullied America, we will stand against it.
Well, that came into play for me yesterday — I see this woman from my building and for the first time, for the first time ever, I walked up to her and said, “Hello.” She huffed and looked away. And then I stood my ground and faced her, I asked, “Have I done something to you?” The woman looked at me with a kind of indignation and says, “Yeah, you fucked my husband.” I don’t even know who her husband is.
That’s not the point, I know this lady is not fully there, she’s taking some kind of heavy medication. That’s not the point. The point is, I stood my ground! I walked towards discomfort and fear and the Unknown and I faced it. That journalist is right. Trump can’t bully us and we can also see where we’re getting bullied on the everyday level and practice there.
It’s been on my mind a lot.”
“Something’s shifted in me.”
“The world is not the same anymore. And so my priorities aren’t either.”
“How will you move forward?” she asks.
“I don’t know. I know art will always be a significant part of my life, but it’s not going to be the same. I mean, I can’t see myself caring for, say, a Honda commercial when our lives are going to change forever. Everything we know as a given is going to be flipped on its head.”
“You make it sound like a tsunami’s going to hit.”
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What can I do?
“We meet on Sunday’s to learn the landscape and figure this out together.”
Are we overreacting? I mean, how bad can it get?
“We don’t know. It’s going to be an either/or situation. Either we’re over-stressing or we didn’t take this seriously enough.”
But this is 2016, they can’t just take our freedom.
“Yes, they can. Immigrants will be sent back to their countries, abortions will be illegal, a wall will be built. Racism is already growing, this country is in uproar.”
But, he looks harmless. I feel like his bark is louder than his bite.
“Sure, but the people he’s selected in his cabinet, they are the scary motherfuckers.”
What about the rest of government? Won’t they stop him?
“Republicans are the House majority, a lot of this stuff is likely to pass because we don’t have a fighting chance against their majority.”
What can I do? I’m only one person.
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