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this is the mother of us all, beautiful and precious Earth. we are the children that suckle and leave her dry full of our own importance and forgetful of hers
this is Afghanistan, photo taken before the Taliban rule
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| I'm not sure if we deserve it... this planet, I mean. We know so little about it... moving plates, moving poles. We know so little about ourselves, what we do to a place, even when we try to preserve it. What do we know about the true nature of things, how and when a species survives, changes, or dies.
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| On a completely different note... I'm trying to understand myself a little more. Since I'm not very good at puzzles I've been working on this one for years. Problem is, I keep changing... either that or I'm just now getting it. Here's a good example. Right now I'm completely annoyed and pissed off. Why? Because I'm hearing a little tick-ticking noise coming from outside my office. And someone had a cell phone ring that wouldn't go away. I'm about ready to slam my door shut and scream for everyone to fuck off.
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| what a crappy web page. :-\ I just wanted to put up something else. Now I've got this weird ass pseudo-hippy drivel which mostly sounds like me trying to sound deep or cool or something. Someone should just tell me to fuck off.... Hey Shel! Shut the fuck up! You ain't got nothin' to say! stupid bitch | |
Bad day? No not really. PMSing. Get outta my fucking way because I am SO not interested in any thing you have to say about why you are IN MY WAY. Just fuck off.
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