scribble dribble.

Reading between the lines that bind the time that holds it all together. I sat in traffic today and drew lines with graphite precision describing the animals and species that do not exist on this planet. History channel had it nailed. They didn't have hands, and they saw with their ears.

I scribbled and saw animals and mother and child and everything in a scribble dribble. I heard today on NPR that America should not go to war with Iran. I heard we should get out of Iraq. No one knows how any of this can be avoided. Our gas is going to shoot up to eight dollars a gallon. The world population is tripling as we get more hooked on reality T.V. Hooked on apathy. Hooked on the now. The reality is that we are not prepared for the future.

The reality is that we need to get off of this planet and start a new human population before it's too late. We do not have enough soil or resources to fuel our growth. The truth is, that it will get worse before it gets better.

You can count on that... And that American Idol will have more viewers tomorrow night, than America had voters in the the last Presidential election. Priority here. Priority now.