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I'm a Gryffindor! What the hell is wrong (and sometimes right)   4/08/2003   I'm a raven Calling out the names of the dead My wings are clipped I'm standing on barb wire fence The field is on fire My black eyes reflect Hope is eaten By the hungry hoards Roaring out their dispar In silence No water any where Smokey breath to exhale Blue sky is falling Red dust ground up fine Wind taste like steel Wrapped around concret blocks Sun lifegiveing promise Lie I am a raven I just cannot fly Tuesday, April 08, 2003 4/07/2003   One of the things that really bothers me about blog is that if I have to flip back and forth between pages I lose all of my text unless I remember to post. I hate that b/c so many times like, today, I've wrote something that was fairly meanful and insightful for myself, I go to make the window bigger so that I can see what I'm typing and boom it is all gone!!!Grrrrrrrr. I must go on... So today I found that an aquantance of mine got busted by the Immagration Dept. It is really hard to watch someone who has been such a hard worker have to go back to live in proverty. Expecially when so many americans don't even want to do the job that we do. I mean how many of your friends want to be dealing in rat/mouse shit? Not too many heh? Then at the end of the day you get to kill things. The entire day is spent standing on your feet moving things in repeative motions. It's not easy. The pay is basic blue collar pay, not even in the same place as say FORD assmebly line people make. It's enough for us to live on the benfits are steller, but even so there are very few natural born americans in my job..... Monday, April 07, 2003