September 2011
I'm asking for a favor, Tumblr →
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In repsonse to aatombomb’s and approachingsignificance’s post about Troy Davis, I propose we DO SOMETHING about it that takes 30 seconds.
We’ve all seen Tumblr do some amazing things ranging from donating thousands of dollars to friends in need, raising tens of thousands for countries who faced disaster to finding a place for friends to live, finding them a job or just giving moral support everyday. I’m not asking for money, but how about signing a petition that may save an innocent man from the death penalty?
From the Innocence Project:
Davis was convicted almost exclusively on the basis of eyewitness identification testimony, which has been shown through DNA exonerations and thousands of academic studies to be unreliable. Seven of the nine witnesses who testified at his trial have since recanted and strong evidence points to another person as the real perpetrator in the case.
The only man that can stop the execution scheduled for tonight, September 21 at 7pm, is GA District Attorney Chisolm and he needs to hear from us asap. And so does Mr. Davis.
Sign here. Reblog. Thanks.
Delirious
How is it that you loved me
yesterday but not today?
The mirage fools us only
while we’re delirious with thirst.
hardly perforated
stoned crabs
stay
near the shore
waiting
on death
to grab hold
of their thoracic
biramous
limbs
“I will love you as we grow older, which has just happened, and has happened again, and happened several days ago, continuously, and then several years before that, and will continue to happen as the spinning hands of every clock and the flipping pages of every calendar mark the passage of time, except for the clocks that people have forgotten to wind and the calendars that people have forgotten to place in a highly visible area. I will love you as we find ourselves farther and farther from one another, where once we were so close that we could slip the curved straw, and the long, slender spoon, between our lips and fingers respectively. I will love you until the chances of us running into one another slip from slim to zero, and until your face is fogged by distant memory, and your memory faced by distant fog, and your fog memorized by a distant face, and your distance distanced by the memorized memory of a foggy fog.”
—The Beatrice Letters by Lemony Snicket (Source: vega-ofthe-lyre, via poignant, shirtlifters)
“There is a dream dreaming us.”
—Aboriginal San Proverb (via vulgivagus)
“The good thing about science is that it’s true whether or not you believe in it.”
—Neil deGrasse Tyson (via geneticist)
