on ethiopia

or at least the American families version of Ethiopia.

my new sister just came home from ethiopia, which i'm ecstatic for.

all night it's been constant talk about how ethiopia runs and its culture.

so far because there isn't a McDonalds there, that's a bummer.
the reason they're so poor is because they're not exporting (which would probably kill the inhabitants if they did that).
there's a certain grunting if you mention it is socialist-ran.
it's good they have Coca-Cola out there.




i hate American culture, and the American-view of third-world countries.

dear third world countries,
do not attempt to become Westernized, i beg of you.
for the sake of your people, and the sake of your culture and history.

the culture of the West is like a Beast devouring all who do not follow its blood-trail.

i fell in love again...

with humans.
i adore music again.
whenever i play music i fall into a trance.

i love my friends and family...

greatly.


i fell in love with animals again, i am falling in love with trees and nature again.

its beautiful.

its all beautiful.

like all artwork there is splotches which must be taken care of, these splotches sadly inhabit much of the art of life. but the bits that is perfect, is just that; perfect.

the perfect parts just need to learn to get rid of the splotchiness of the art.

no more power.
no more greed over life.

no more trespass.