So there I was, arm hooked up to the machine, watching my plasma swirl away into a bag while the morning news dribbled across the screen like a bad fever dream. And what were they showing? A "riot" in Melbourne, allegedly. The sort of riot where the real thugs wear body armour, carry pepper spray and look like they just walked off the set of RoboCop. The people they were beating? A ragtag crew of teenagers and old hippies—probably fresh out of a drum circle, still smelling of patchouli. But sure, let's call it a riot. Now, here's where it really gets good. I mentioned this spectacle to a few people later, thinking maybe they'd share my outrage or, at the very least, give a damn. But no. What did I get instead? A smirk, a chuckle, and—oh, the pièce de résistance—"You should really just let it go." Let it go? Yeah, let me uncork a nice, overpriced cup of coffee, sit back with my legs crossed, and soak in the latest reality TV trash. Why bother caring when ...
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What is Ezra thinking?
It appears as in all of my photographs on Dad's blog lately...I'am constantly being photograph traveling...when will I reach my...destination.
On the other hand, he could be thinking..."my skin is indeed as smooth and as soft as it looks..."
Take care!
DeeDee ;-D
Thanks, for sharing!
BTW, what is this cute little angel thinking about? Some pretty damsel or the current debate on global warming?