whenever the fall hits i start dressing like a newsie. i'm comfortable doing this as i longed to be a boy as a kid. when i have children i hope it's four boys. with goofy names like salem and mozart.
so the white man has decided to blast a hole in the moon with a rocket. that's a painfully real portrayal of a phallic object penetrating the symbol of womanhood. i know way, way, way back in the day the moon was considered a male symbol. clearly it's a female deity. i get my period on the full moon. my moods "wax and wan" with the moon, if you will. it's powerful. and they want to mine for ice (if it is indeed there) because we're greedy and are using up our planet's supply.
that's disappointing. i'm terrified and fascinated by space...like everybody else. i'm curious to see what'll happen. but really irked as well. believe that.
me worky now. no time.
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