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[smokingboot]

Yesterday I bimbled, trying on pretty perfumes for the summer, flirting with gorgeous guys and making eyes at a beautiful genius. Butterfly woman, silly laughing girl, dancing in the sumshine.

Meanwhile, somewhere on the same planet:

http://www.counterpunch.org/kroth04182007.html

I thank illuminating_dragon with all my heart for this link.

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[hybridartifacts.livejournal.com]

Right now Im actually feeling for the killers family. This must be really really hard for them. And I am remembering when I was 11 and lived in America (Princeton NJ) and how none of the students at the school who came from other countries-even if they had lived for years there-were accepted by the wider body of pupils at the school. We formed a mini 'league of nations' sitting isolated much of the time and gathering together at breaks because most of the Americans wouldn't even talk to us (I did have a couple of very good American friends, one of whom I still see, but overall we were treated like pariahs). Its actually rather horrifying to realise that I can actually identify a little with the killer. Because I suspect he was treated the same way.
He got lost in himself though-never good. Sanity is never well served by by dwelling on self-we need to get out of our own heads a little from time to time and see other peoples perspectives and pain.