so i went on a walk last night.
had some wine and some chocolate, and set out walking.
walked from the ghetto, to the light commerical area that seperates the ghetto from the white people's area, to the place where there are no houses.
obviously, i liked the last place best.
i sat there, not feeling the angry tension of the ghetto, or the uptightness of the big houses in the berkeley hills.
sat there and looked at those things in the sky that people have wondered about since the days when people had no concept of "possession"
had some wine and some chocolate, and set out walking.
walked from the ghetto, to the light commerical area that seperates the ghetto from the white people's area, to the place where there are no houses.
obviously, i liked the last place best.
i sat there, not feeling the angry tension of the ghetto, or the uptightness of the big houses in the berkeley hills.
sat there and looked at those things in the sky that people have wondered about since the days when people had no concept of "possession"
i am often looking at everything i own, and the massive amounts of people who want my money every month, and i think long and hard about chucking it all, grabbing the boyfriend, and running away, far away.
and just doing yoga for-ever in a sanctuary.
but the money mongers would find me, i know they'd find me. worse than the cia, these assholes.