damnit, feel like i have to write down wise words. for myself at least. but in my head no wisdom, no intelligence, but up to the nerve thoughts sounding like caws of ravens: rah-FEEK' hah-REER'-ee, dzjuliAna sGrEEna, floorA-ns obenAs! the last two being the names of journalists being brave and getting kidnapped by a bunch o' creeps right in the journalistically very black hole bearing the name of Iraq.
yes: i promised myself not to write about Iraq herezo. but how? let me make a quick effort and try again, but now from an environmental & climate perspective, so: kyoto fake agreement leads to air leads to cars leads to oil leads to military complexes leads to warpornpolitics
. hahh: we're yet being catapulted straight back inside Iraq. where are people in this picture? are they really thinking in the numbers that they will be saved by the gods?
circle stuff characterizing human race. don't matter their color, hair, beard, skin or beef.
here's to you Giuliana, my thoughts are with you