I just spoiled two liters of Coka Cola all over my computer keyboard, this is probably the end for me and my Love machine... I cant belive it still works, I can spot a little lake of that brown drink that I love so much around the buttons I now click... I turn it upside down and it cries a few tears, but the big lake remains...
A guy mailed me yesterday, I dont know if he were mad at me or not. I believe he meant that there is something wrong with Amnesty International and about me being a member of it. I dont think you have to be very smart to realize that there is something wrong with the world all together. Amnesty or not, these things are just words and wishes, most of the time. -"To do something for the world however, is to do something for yourself"; someone smart told me once. So I was one of those that signed myself up, joined, felt and wondered to myself alone; I dont want to be an egoist, even if changing doesn't save the world, I'd like to try, at least in my naive romantic heart... Send a thought to the wicked and wipe away the tear that I hide in public; I want to have felt these things! Even if they have no point in a big way. Even if I cant reach the smart men in ties and fancy suits. I'd like to be less egoistic... It's the naive dream of Amnesty... It's in it's own helpless way and it doesn't matter if we lose...
I have really sticky fingers now and I haven't slept all day and night. The Coka Cola is taking over here now... I find small pools around everywhere... I guess I'm not too good with politics, I never claimed I were... I guess I'm not too good with computers either... There are too much romantic naivity going on here behind the curtains and I'm always the one that claim to hate these things... so I should end now, before it's all my fault again...
