Friday, December 20, 2013

Bayou

Place. People. Light. Objects. Intentions. I say to another male, "Did you hear about the massacre in Syria." He mumbles, doesn't answer, and seems a little annoyed, and I am annoyed that he would think Oh yeah, more religious wackos killing each other, instead of thinking that it's horrible. Who is this guy? I wanted to say "Christian massacre" (that is Massacre of Christians)  to be correct, but I didn't want to seem biased. The religion doesn't matter when concluding that killing is wrong. I don't know if they were killed for being Christian. I guess if they were the same religion as the killers it would have been different. Everything wrong. There is a woman who reminds me of Milana Vayntrub, other people, I think blonde, and pumpkin puree. She wants to date? I don't know. Gotta poop, last post went roughly, and it's on maybe something. No one cares, that's amazing. I can't describe and I don't remember. It didn't really happen. Next year in Jerusalem... bye you

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