I was going to write about Supervisors, both my sister’s and mine. And how I loath the capitalistic system that builds on it’s self with human greed and arrogance.
Killing the planet is just gravy. And don’t forget the oppression, don’t forget the slaves, we still have them. We just don’t have to live next to them any more. I cheer on the Fall, can’t happen soon enough.
“But Ang. what about what you eat, what your wear, your meds, and your paint? Yup, gone, all gone. Any one who has seen me in the flesh knows I have flesh to spare. I hate buying clothes. Lay in a stash of meds and buy a month or two of time. I have lots of paint, I know how to make it last. When it’s all gone, I die a martyr in my own personal anarchist jihad.
I’m in a foul tonight. So I’ll leave you with a brain painting update.