peace

i own a pair of german army para-boots. i would once wear nothing else on my feet but these boots. for a period of six years i would buy a new pair every year and wear them every day. saying goodbye to the old pair like a friend, whilst actually storing them all beneath my bed 'just in case'. shine them up and they hold the deepest black polish and they become smart enough to get into any fine establishment you wish. scuff them up you can frequent any back street bar. cover them in wax and you can walk through water with no fear. i love a universe that homes so many pacifists and peace activists clothing themselves in army surplus. (i am a pacifist but very rarely active) i see them though, on tv and on the occaisonal march i've joined, naively thinking enough people can stop an illegal, oily invasion. activists wrapped in warm camo-gear and sensible boots. sometimes i think the revolutionaries of the world just dress better than those of us sitting at home watching tv or quietly reading.