Vegetarian?

Following my conscience isn't always fun. I was telling a friend tonight how I'm trying to be a vegetarian to which he replied, "do you eat chocolate?" Well yes I eat chocolate. I love chocolate, in fact I photographed a chocolate tree today and wanted to eat the entire thing. He then tells me that its estimated that as much as 40% of the world chocolate is a product of slavery. Can we say ignorance is bliss! Now I can't eat chocolate either, cruel world.

It gets me wondering how much is the right balance of right and wrong. I could boycott every little pleasure in my life and follow my conscience to a T or I could be luke warm and push the guilt to the back of my mind until its good and burried.

Wish I was a poet

Putting down roots has killed my core.

I was made of scorpions on skewers, and mornings where my naked skin stuck sweaty to the sheets.

I was red clay caked to my fraying jeans and crumbling coral allies reeking of cat piss and curry.

I need yak butter tea and burqas to breath.