2019-07-18@03:36:14,GMT 1 – Cicadas I listen to the cicadas. It is a wickedly sultry afternoon. The air is thick as thieves. The knaves and villains soak my shirt in sweat and vanish with every last shred of my protestant propriety. … Continue reading Cicadas; Movement 1
A rambling essay on life and other shit. Continue reading Murder Toad and Other Mayhem
I must awake and come to my senses before my somnolent state becomes a nuisance. I must achieve some semblance of consciousness lest my rotten condition lead a nation into a frenzied fever of hyper-nationalist authoritarianism. Continue reading Good Morning Dr. Caligari
I seek something beyond this whole system of mercantilism, financial gain, acquisition, googahs, the Joneses, appearances, and status symbols. I’m tired of the Protestant fucking work ethic, the stupid American hustle! Continue reading Mutiny on the HMS Freemarket; S1EP4
This is the Jack Tar’s lament as he cowers beneath the bootheels of his betters’ merciless whims and callous indifference. On my best days, I can only aspire to scuttle beneath the Master’s table in hopes of procuring a few crumbs for my sustenance. Continue reading Mutiny on the HMS Freemarket; S1EP3
This is a dreaded predicament. Dead weight. It’s like that Twilight Zone Episode with Burgess Meredith – Obsolete Man. It’s a death sentence, but without the beautifully ironic comeuppance. Continue reading Mutiny on the HMS Freemarket; S1EP2
One world, alright. One Third World, indivisible, with slavery and injustice for all – North and South united in misery – one in material misery, the other having sold its soul, living in existential misery.
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