I See Colors Like You Hear Jet

When We Pass By Another Person Without Telling Them We Love Them It’s Cruel And Wrong And We All Know This.

And There Is A Chance That Everything We Did Was Incorrect, But Stasis Is Itself Criminal For Those With The Means To Move, And The Means To Weave Communion Between People.

But Everyone Disappears, No Matter Who Loves Them.

We've Lost That Very Simple Transaction That's So Pure, Where A Reader Can Say, "i Support What You're Doing, Here's My Dollar. I Know That You Guys Are Gonna Be Watchdogs Or Keep The Government Accountable, So Here's My 50-cent Contribution Each Day." It's Just So Tidy, And I Think So Inspiring.

I Often Cannot Believe The Things I Do.