A sparrow lay dead on the backseat. She had found her way through a hole in the windscreen, tempted by some seat-sponge for her nest. She never found her way out. No one noticed her panicked car-window appeals. She died on the backseat, with her legs in the air. Like a joke.
I think that I was quite a grown-up child, and I have been a pretty childish adult.
One beach-colored. One brown. One Loved. One Loved a Little Less.
The UID is a corporate scam which funnels billions of dollars into the IT sector
Wars are never fought for altruistic reasons.
Election campaigns seem to siphon away political anger and even basic political intelligence into this great vaudeville, after which we all end up in exactly the same place.