miércoles, 24 de junio de 2009

Iwonder, wondering, all around this big place i Live.She was scared to go outside when it once felt so nice...to me. Picked up a smoke then you drag a little, I wanna choke so you won't belittle. Everyone knows that you do over and over over and over again.Your pretty wont you come play with me This time I be nice You can't trust what I say to you
I know there all lies . Do you? !
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I do have utopian fantasies. A lot of them are more - I wouldn't say spiritual, but they relate more to the imagination and the individual. But for me socialism is a way of trying to put far-fetched ideas into everyday use, trying to find a way to bridge the gap between that fantasy and reality, and reaching out across that gap to the people who can actually do something to make the change.