I was found two days in the wrong direction,
taught to be afraid of liberty.
Here it is so different.
As soon as I was old enough, I was sent
hawk-like men teaching me to speak,
“Give Us Money or We’ll Die.”
Now I am as free as he who tied my hands-
I can say in full voice,
“I had to be far, far, far away.
But here, now, I can speak out”
Do you remember that time our house almost burned down?
It was me who did it. I took the newspaper that you hadn’t
read yet and I stole the matches from the pocket of one of your
jackets and I started a fire with them in the bushes that were
next to the house. I thought that it was going to be more than
a regular burning fire, though, and I still don’t understand
why God didn’t appear in the flames of the burning bushes to talk to me.
That isn’t how it happens in the Bible, and I had
some questions that I wanted to ask.”
- Dear Everybody, by Michael Kimball
And then I debated whether or not to put it on Tumblr…but I decided it was important. Because in my own way, I can (unfortunately) point out exactly what is wrong with men when they don’t realize how hard it is to be a woman. How we do not have equal opportunities and freedoms in everyday life….
Please share this around. Nobody can completely disappear, right? He also owes Inkspot Press a lot of money.
Organ - Notre-Dame des Neiges, Alpe d’huez
Poem - I Am by John Clare
New video from Amanda palmer (@amandapalmer)
Also, I have more X Files.
Working on a page based round this.
Spent the weekend at Castle Gaiman relaxing gloriously and working on a Top Sekret art project. This is not the Top Sekret art project; this is Neil on a trampoline.
Use it wisely.