11.03.2004
It's Official...
"Well, I don't know what will happen now. We've got some difficult days ahead. But it doesn't matter with me now. Because I've been to the mountaintop. And I don't mind." ~MLK, I See the Promised Land
Have you ever wanted something so bad you would give your heart and soul to make it happen? Have you ever gotten those butterflies in your stomach the moment you realized all that you had hoped for, wanted and desired was slipping way too quickly from your grasp? Have you ever found yourself on the otherside of victory pondering what you could've done, should've done if only there was some way to turn back the hands of time?
God I wanted Bush to lose so fucking bad. I wanted to see his face the moment he realized the power of a nation that actually counted every vote. If anybody needed a new career it was Bush. But somehow the snake has slipped through, and has left me feeling a lot like Harpo (what we's gon' do now?).
I already had a lot to deal with. Shit that was/is stressing me out. THIS was not something I wanted to deal with, and yet it seems it has found its way to my plate.
I feel sick. Real sick. Too sick to write. Fuck it, I'm outta here...
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Have you ever wanted something so bad you would give your heart and soul to make it happen? Have you ever gotten those butterflies in your stomach the moment you realized all that you had hoped for, wanted and desired was slipping way too quickly from your grasp? Have you ever found yourself on the otherside of victory pondering what you could've done, should've done if only there was some way to turn back the hands of time? God I wanted Bush to lose so fucking bad. I wanted to see his face the moment he realized the power of a nation that actually counted every vote. If anybody needed a new career it was Bush. But somehow the snake has slipped through, and has left me feeling a lot like Harpo (what we's gon' do now?).
I already had a lot to deal with. Shit that was/is stressing me out. THIS was not something I wanted to deal with, and yet it seems it has found its way to my plate.
I feel sick. Real sick. Too sick to write. Fuck it, I'm outta here...
