STILL BLOWIN' IN THE WIND

How many malls must a woman shop from before she can bid consumerism good bye.
Yes, n how many cars must a man drive in before he gives his fucking feet a try.

How many brinjals does my stomach need to try, before I can digest Monsanto's lie.
Yes, n how many suicides should a farmer commit, before he can bio-diversi-fy?

How many forests are they going to clear out, before they realize they can't breathe.
Yes, n how many mountains will they flatten to mine ore, before they bury themselves deep.

The answer my friend, as explained by Bob Dylan, is impenetrably ambiguous.

ITS ALL IN THE MIND.

This terrible pain in my head.
This terrible pain.
This terrible terrible pain.
This pain.
Its terible.
This terrible pain.
Its in my head

PARACHUTES

We all need to take our chances to know if we can reach our destination safely.

P.R. TACTICS!

The caterpillar does all the work and the f^&*ing butterfly gets all the publicity!

-an old saying (minus the f^&*ing)

I feel.

I feel so fucking random!

As usual.