Borderline
Don't mess with me tonight, world.
I'm tired, sore, and the things in my head won't give me any rest. I'm lonely, but I don't want any company, and I'm sad but I don't want to be cheered. Now is not a good time.
Orzo got out of his cage today while I was at work. Paul tried to catch him, but ended up just closing the door. When I came home he was flying around in the dark and calling out: panicked. He's okay, though.
And right now there are people downtown occupying the Chevron station. The police are moving in in full riot gear. Some people are estimating as many as 10,000 people in the streets tonight in downtown Portland.
And how many frightened police does it take to start a full-on riot?
Do not fuck with me tonight, world.
I'm tired, sore, and the things in my head won't give me any rest. I'm lonely, but I don't want any company, and I'm sad but I don't want to be cheered. Now is not a good time.
Orzo got out of his cage today while I was at work. Paul tried to catch him, but ended up just closing the door. When I came home he was flying around in the dark and calling out: panicked. He's okay, though.
And right now there are people downtown occupying the Chevron station. The police are moving in in full riot gear. Some people are estimating as many as 10,000 people in the streets tonight in downtown Portland.
And how many frightened police does it take to start a full-on riot?
Do not fuck with me tonight, world.
posted by Fourbank at 7:43 PM
1 Comments:
Sigh ...
Well, I'm glad the birds are okay, at least. And I'm glad we're okay and didn't run into any trouble.
I'll have some pictures up from the march later tonight.
(And just for super-clarification, this comment is in no way intended to be any sort of messing with you.)
Goodnight.
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