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It’s Just Another Day; by Asaph Luccas.
I was inspired by Paul McCartney’s Another Day and the time I was feeling so shitty that I wasn’t able to go outside.
this morning, police raided Greater St. Mark school/church in Ferguson, MO (formerly called St. Sebastian’s Parish).
please please please boost this. help these organizers recover the supplies they lost, and share just how fucking far these cops will sink to make the people of Ferguson suffer.
I love being horribly straightforward. I love sending reckless text messages (because how reckless can a form of digitized communication be?) and telling people I love them and telling people they are absolutely magical humans and I cannot believe they really exist. I love saying, Kiss me harder, and You’re a good person, and, You brighten my day. I live my life as straight-forward as possible.
Because one day, I might get hit by a bus.
Maybe it’s weird. Maybe it’s scary. Maybe it seems downright impossible to just be—to just let people know you want them, need them, feel like, in this very moment, you will die if you do not see them, hold them, touch them in some way whether its your feet on their thighs on the couch or your tongue in their mouth or your heart in their hands.
But there is nothing more beautiful than being desperate.
And there is nothing more risky than pretending not to care.
We are young and we are human and we are beautiful and we are not as in control as we think we are. We never know who needs us back. We never know the magic that can arise between ourselves and other humans.
We never know when the bus is coming.”
I was up late, drinking red wine and writing postcards to people far away. From where I sat in the bedroom of the flat that I was staying at I had a clear view of New York City. I turned off the lights to get a better look at all of the lights.
This song came on my iPod. I could see people on the streets below, some walking hand and hand. Other groups coming back from a long night out drinking… swaying and laughing.
I’ve spent the last two years exploring different places in the world, trying so hard to get as far from home as possible. I always wanted something different, something better. But from my nook in the window, looking over the city lights, everything felt the same. Every person looked the same. I felt like them.
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