oh man, this is going to be a tough one.
war is something we live with every day in Philadelphia. Ironically.
war is one homeless lady stabbing another in LOVE park.
war is gas going up, rent going up, forcing the nuclear family to shift its borders.
war is a mental illness. it's a personal war for stability and an external struggle for acceptance, acknowledgement, survival, and balance on mysterious medications that we only really know by word of mouth.
war is fear. fear of going outside to get the mail. fear of opening one's mouth, fear of raising one's hand to be counted.
war breeds heroes. heroes come in all shapes and sizes. all different uniforms.
war is being under the influence, way too much.
war is silent and loud.
war is closer than you think, sometimes.
war can be romanticized, but is never ever romantic.
war is in my blood. my father is a vietnam veteran. i miss him.
war is the holocaust. can anybody honestly say that it didn't happen??
war is a book in the bookstore where i used to work. war is several books.
war is the opposite of "peace."
bursting with flavor.
Tuesday, August 19, 2008
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