I am an owner. I own this loft. This is my possession. Possess. Mine, this is mine. Oh my god. It’s big. So much to cool off. Holes, holes in the ozone. Air conditioning melting the ice caps. Every 20 minutes another species dies on the planet. I am sure there were certain types of wildflowers when this day began and song birds. They are gone now. They are gone. And the people are gone too. The fisher people and the poor people the ones who live closest to the sea, the danger.The children who are swallowed in the rising waves of the sea, in the rising sea level that comes from the warming, swallowing them in their sleep. I am a murderer of poor children. My luxury is their death.
Posted on: Fri, 12 Dec 2014 15:04:00 +0000
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