dear Sulkpot,
please combine the essence of the poems "the genius of the crowd" & "bluebird", these are a part of the reason I still go to work with hope,
by the way I'm in Tijuana Mexico, and it's pretty fucked up here, police killing each other, corrupt government, I mean now that I see it, it's everywhere,.
there are only a few persons worried about what is really going on, in their neighborhood, in their city, in their country...so we are pretty much dead already, so....don't try, (I mean that as the way it's meant in Buk's grave....