sabotage johnny west Life is short and love is very sweet Look at all the people running for their lives in the street What're they running from? What're they running to? Well, Goddamit, ask them I wanna know too Read and destroy everything that you read in the press Read and destroy everything that you read in books It's a waste of time It's a waste of energy It's a waste of paper And it's a waste of ink Whatever you read in the books, leave it there There's a word for that: Sabotage The military intelligence isn't what it used to be So what? Human intelligence isn't what it used to be either It's a rising expectation It's a rising of the tide The wards will discharge all their patients in the streets Are they hurt again? They're mine, yeah, murderer There's a word for that: Sabotage -John Cale- 010420 ... tender_square lately he's been complaining that she can't drink. making comments like, "not even one?" and "you used to be fun," and "it would help you loosen up." this from the man who enabled her drinking for years, who let her back into his home and back with the kids when she would fuck off and go on week-long benders and wouldn't answer her phone. recently, he suggested the two of them take a trip to an all-inclusive resort, as a way to repair their relationship. she said she didn't think it was a good idea with her sobriety. what she didn't say was that he was too cheap to ever go on day excursions that would get her away from the temptation of swim-up bars with limitless drink options. for christmas, he got a bottle of red wine from his employers. given her history, he usually make the effort of keeping his booze hidden or under lock and key. this time, he placed her preferred drug of choice held in a black bottle front and center in the fridge. when she confronted him, he claimed he wanted to sip his blood-red vino chilled. 221229 what's it to you? who go blather from