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Yes I hate Shell but the truth is I hate all of it. We can focus on Shell and hell

yes we should FOCUS. But it’s so big, so fucking

big Obama’s signed the permit to drill in the Arctic

already and the environmental org called

Friends of the Earth sends out this email

saying there’s one more permit

they need to start the destruction the drilling and can you chip

in five dollars to continue the fight and it’s all

a lie anyway a flimsy shimsham illusion.

Do you really think a PERMIT is the realest real?!

These oil guys law guys judicial guys presidential guys yes GUYS have made up all the

rules all together and it’s like with casinos:

The House

always

wins.

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Keep Calm everybody

Some days so hot you can smell em even without the contribution of melting piles of garbage, like the heat itself has a scent in addition to the burnt grass, the baking earth, wood chips, brittle branches, bee nectar. The air that blows hot air. Seattle what the fuck it’s 97 degrees. Where am I, who are we, what are we gonna do, what are we doing RIGHT NOW.

A pop song called “Radioactive.” Dance dance dance. Tshirts bearing the words “KEEP CALM” proliferate.

Slumped in the shade of a maple tree, stomach hot air after my lunch of (most likely GMO corn) chips and salsa. This day is like a beetle flipped over on its back, wrongly weighted. Also, it’s hard to trust that there will be consistency in love relationships, important relationships. On the other hand I with myself am consistent.

It’s fucking hot out here, waiting for the bus to take me to UW Hospital to visit my beloved friend who is young young young and has two lung diseases, who doesn’t take oxygen for granted, who’s there again. Again. There again.

Once on the bus it’s cool but reeks of pot like folks are actively toking ON THE BUS because it always smells like pot, Seattle is a Weed City, keep calm everybody.

The Earth is burning the fucking RAINforest is burning. Keep calm get high. Get stoned, keep calm as an unmoving rock. The boat the bus is rocking. Be stone.

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