Thursday, September 02, 2004
I had a 3 hour crying jag last night and am on the verge of crying still.
It was set off in the end by this person not communicating with me that he had picked up the compost and brought it to the community garden, but then he also left a lot more than usual and he left a lot of it in a container that will take 3 people to lift.
So the compost is full and there is this giant barrel full of rotting stuff and fruit flies and he still hasn't called me. I went all the way out there on my work bike that has a pinch flat that I am afraid to try to change.
Waah
If people can't communicate about compost how the fuck are we supposed to work together to change this world, to make revolution, or even to make fast, hot, well-broken down compost?
email me at haydees@gmail.com
It was set off in the end by this person not communicating with me that he had picked up the compost and brought it to the community garden, but then he also left a lot more than usual and he left a lot of it in a container that will take 3 people to lift.
So the compost is full and there is this giant barrel full of rotting stuff and fruit flies and he still hasn't called me. I went all the way out there on my work bike that has a pinch flat that I am afraid to try to change.
Waah
If people can't communicate about compost how the fuck are we supposed to work together to change this world, to make revolution, or even to make fast, hot, well-broken down compost?
email me at haydees@gmail.com
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