My alarm went off again I was kinda confused. "9:30? I don't need to be fuckin' awake." "Oh wait, yeah I do, I'm biking to Langford with Skye." So I did my morning thang, and we biked. It was great to see her, and it was a wonderful ride. We dipped in Matheson Lake a couple times, which was really nice too. So I felt really refreshed after the ride, and felt great. Then I hung around at home for a bit, my mom's off to a BBQ and Luminara, so the place is open to me which is sweet. Dylan asked me if I wanted to head over to his place and watch some Sicko extras so we did. Tony Benn blew my fucking mind. He's totally radical, and it makes perfect sense. He speaks of many truths, and he just links so many events together, it's absurd. Sicko has really made me appreciate life, and question it so much. Just things like how the fuck is everything so determined by what people with money want? Tony said that Christianity, Judaism, what have you is not the top religion, it's Money. The love of Money. It just made so much sense. I'm not excited to start working. I mean, I am in the sense that I'll have solid to do, and that it is helping to create positive change, but I just hate working towards the dollar. It doesn't feel good. That dollar is a complete burden. It brings with it great challenge. My poem, Political Stew says it. "Our vote lies within a bill, not a ballot. Will McDonald's really suffice your hunger for change? Will Coca-Cola quench your parched throat from screaming WHY?!" With the dollars that one receives one has to be careful with where they are put. I need to remember that just because I have money, doesn't mean I have to pour it out and spend it. I need to hold onto it to support what I feel is right. My passions, other's passions. Buy local food, break the chain. It's daunting. That's just a chunk of the care it takes to live in North America without being a total prude. It's fucking crazy shit, man.
Much Love.
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