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Every time people start to rise up, a whole buncha problematic mess gets thrown around regarding VIOLENCE. So, what is "violence" really?... It's the use of force. Plain and simple. What makes folks uncomfortable (who are otherwise comfortable in this system) is that UPRISING IS A SOMETIMES VIOLENT (read: forceful) REACTION TO SYSTEMATIC VIOLENCE: Yes, just like the Hunger Games... Thus, there are many types of violence... The fact that we are paying taxes that are funding the genocide and ****** of people of color (here and abroad) is violence. People with guns (former slave patrols and overseers, now cops) who come from outside our community and treat our folks as criminals on the daily is violence. Capitalism, i.e. wage/property/ecology-based exploitation in the name of profit is violence. The fact that LA County spends more $$ than anywhere in the world on prisons and police is violence. The fact that the US locks up more of its own people than any other country on record is violence. US aiding/funding the genocide of Palestinians at the hands of Israel is genocidal violence. From Congress, to the boardrooms, to the classrooms, from the gaze, to the unwanted touching, to the **** to the pay, Patriarchy everyday, is violence. A few people jacking some **** at Walmart or breaking a window is really minimal violence in comparison. A couple people throwing **** at armed cops is not serious violence. The idea of owning property that other must rent to live is violent. Systemic, chronic, global insecurity in the form of material poverty is violence. Wage slavery is violence. Gentrification is violence. The War On Youth, i.e. the School-to-Prison pipeline, and, thus the War-on-Drugs with its attending 76% recidivism rate in the prison-industrial complex, whose populations are disproportionately black males, is violence. The fact that people can't go to the doctor and dentist, or eat food every day is violence. Deportations are violence. Homophobia is violence. The world's largest global military that vaporizes people without due process in dozens of countries violating their biophysical and national sovereignty is violence. The United States government sanctioning the ****** of non-white, but especially Muslim bodies across the world... is violence. So, when you condemn violence, do you mean resistance? Because there is a whole lot of violence you should be condemning instead. Adapted from Emilio Lacques-Zapien
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Dec 31, 2014
Dec 31, 2014 at 11:14 AM UTC
The fire this time
Every time people start to rise up, a whole buncha problematic mess gets thrown around regarding VIOLENCE. So, what is "violence" really?... It's the use of force. Plain and simple. What makes folks uncomfortable (who are otherwise comfortable in this system) is that UPRISING IS A SOMETIMES VIOLENT (read: forceful) REACTION TO SYSTEMATIC VIOLENCE: Yes, just like the Hunger Games... Thus, there are many types of violence... The fact that we are paying taxes that are funding the genocide and ****** of people of color (here and abroad) is violence. People with guns (former slave patrols and overseers, now cops) who come from outside our community and treat our folks as criminals on the daily is violence. Capitalism, i.e. wage/property/ecology-based exploitation in the name of profit is violence. The fact that LA County spends more $$ than anywhere in the world on prisons and police is violence. The fact that the US locks up more of its own people than any other country on record is violence. US aiding/funding the genocide of Palestinians at the hands of Israel is genocidal violence. From Congress, to the boardrooms, to the classrooms, from the gaze, to the unwanted touching, to the **** to the pay, Patriarchy everyday, is violence. A few people jacking some **** at Walmart or breaking a window is really minimal violence in comparison. A couple people throwing **** at armed cops is not serious violence. The idea of owning property that other must rent to live is violent. Systemic, chronic, global insecurity in the form of material poverty is violence. Wage slavery is violence. Gentrification is violence. The War On Youth, i.e. the School-to-Prison pipeline, and, thus the War-on-Drugs with its attending 76% recidivism rate in the prison-industrial complex, whose populations are disproportionately black males, is violence. The fact that people can't go to the doctor and dentist, or eat food every day is violence. Deportations are violence. Homophobia is violence. The world's largest global military that vaporizes people without due process in dozens of countries violating their biophysical and national sovereignty is violence. The United States government sanctioning the ****** of non-white, but especially Muslim bodies across the world... is violence. So, when you condemn violence, do you mean resistance? Because there is a whole lot of violence you should be condemning instead. Adapted from Emilio Lacques-Zapien
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Beware Hooray the Cavemen are comin jumpin up and don knock-kneed sweepin the hill with their new harvested beard Howdy chicky chicken leg What’s goozin under your sweaty shirt lookin like ma granpa with ur baby cream breath or is it maybe somethin else luscious spring of intermittent discharge making rainbows duplicate yep gimme two too when u come to me oh when u come to me cause I am a matured lovin n **** is my blanched bird nest neatly crowned above my head I shall unbind it for adorable is your lady color short pants I bet holographic daisies growin along the tri-d charm of your ****** if any yeah if any Beware Oh the cavemen Run flat out nou cause I shall feed you to my auntie’s aging dreams with the buncha hair on ur face u look lika somethin resembling a man before her famine Beware Oh the cavemen Auntie is comin
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Jun 23, 2015
Jun 23, 2015 at 7:04 PM UTC
Auntie and the Cavemen
lecture hall 2.0 complete me upsidedown and i will fall like ***** toilet-paper thrown and missed the bowl. in the esoteric words of Kant, '*I had therefore to remove knowledge, in order to make room for belief.*' he under -stood there is nothing objective and to pretend there is, one must live in the shadow of God and call it "science." buncha ******* reductionists pretending they're nuffin but chemical reactions. buncha religious freaks pretending they ain't religious. science, science, science..
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Dec 2, 2013
Dec 2, 2013 at 4:27 PM UTC
paradigmshift
Wutsa matter wit you? Whirr you frumm? You from summ furren country? Cain’t you tawk better den at? Murruhkunz doan tawk Inglush lie cat. We talk good Inglush. We tawk da bess Inglush. Ain’t nobody tawk better den us. Irregardless of whut kine uh furriner you are You could not tawk so ignernt. It’s a insult tah good Murrukuhns tawkin lie cat. You should be imburrst to tawk ataway in public. Should be ashaymt uh yerself. Yenno, peepo c’n perject thur ignernce ’N thur lack intelluhgunce so easy. They jess open up thur mouths ’N let the dumbness fall out ’N thur it is, fer alll to see. Yude thank they’d realize what dumshits they are ’N not let thur mouths write checks Thur butts cain’t cover. But, no. They’s flappin’ thur yaps an babblin’ ‘Bout nothin’ at all, ’n actin’ the pure fool Lack thur mamas din teach them nuthin. Well, nuthin’ good, at lease. Me, muhseff, I thank sumbuddy Shoulda kicked thur butts From here ta Sundee. But, thass jess me. I know thurs a buncha bleedin’ heart libralls out thur That wanna let peepo get by with crap jess ‘cause Sumbuddy is a Niger er ‘cause they’s Messcun Er sum kinda ******* heathen er ‘sump’n, But I thank thass jess wrong. Peepo gotta talk good jess to respeck the flag ’N God n’ country. Or go home. Yeah, go on back to whatever Godless place You ’n your race ’n yer ideas is okay. We rilly doan need ‘em here. We’s good, God fearing’ peepo and hard working too. So, if that ain’t you, *** on yer camel ’n ride Back tah whurever you cumm frumm Till you c’n tawk good Iinglush lack decent fokes.
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Jan 27, 2017
Jan 27, 2017 at 3:50 PM UTC
TAWK GOOD INGLUSH
Wutsa matter wit you? Whirr you frumm? You from summ furren country? Cain’t you tawk better den at? Murruhkunz doan tawk Inglush lie cat. We talk good Inglush. We tawk da bess Inglush. Ain’t nobody tawk better den us. Irregardless of whut kine uh furriner you are You could not tawk so ignernt. It’s a insult tah good Murrukuhns tawkin lie cat. You should be imburrst to tawk ataway in public. Should be ashaymt uh yerself. Yenno, peepo c’n perject thur ignernce ’N thur lack intelluhgunce so easy. They jess open up thur mouths ’N let the dumbness fall out ’N thur it is, fer alll to see. Yude thank they’d realize what dumshits they are ’N not let thur mouths write checks Thur butts cain’t cover. But, no. They’s flappin’ thur yaps an babblin’ ‘Bout nothin’ at all, ’n actin’ the pure fool Lack thur mamas din teach them nuthin. Well, nuthin’ good, at lease. Me, muhseff, I thank sumbuddy Shoulda kicked thur butts From here ta Sundee. But, thass jess me. I know thurs a buncha bleedin’ heart libralls out thur That wanna let peepo get by with crap jess ‘cause Sumbuddy is a Niger er ‘cause they’s Messcun Er sum kinda ******* heathen er ‘sump’n, But I thank thass jess wrong. Peepo gotta talk good jess to respeck the flag ’N God n’ country. Or go home. Yeah, go on back to whatever Godless place You ’n your race ’n yer ideas is okay. We rilly doan need ‘em here. We’s good, God fearing’ peepo and hard working too. So, if that ain’t you, *** on yer camel ’n ride Back tah whurever you cumm frumm Till you c’n tawk good Iinglush lack decent fokes.
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on my basement cellar shelves i keep a buncha cans: soups, water chestnuts.. tomato paste some firewood & old glass. i go there in the evenings with a drink, heft the big axe/chop wood, kindlings. a friend even slept down there one time my house was full up of sleepers (drunks) he said the sand was cold/but comforting. i told him: *"that's why i go down barefoot. that dusty sand on my feet/takes me someplace else."*
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Sep 22, 2011
Sep 22, 2011 at 8:29 PM UTC
cellar
leaning on a rusty figure eight my nails chip away at it head on the tabletop lifting breaths from the center minute single snares snap capturing the space time reddens and swells like a bruise around me sop up my wilted remains from the garden plots polyglots in my sinuses whisper rhymes in sanskrit laughin in rhythm within my toe tappin on icy paths a buncha doughey toesies poking in the carpet
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Jan 14, 2015
Jan 14, 2015 at 12:15 AM UTC
bag of trash on vague anxiety
Hinky Jinky, Stinky Pinky The One Percent will play. Squirrely Shirley Hurly Burly In the full light of day. Hop them, bop them; You can’t stop them. They’re never going away. Crying, trying, always lying, They count on your ignorance. Hinky Jinky, Stinky Pinky Wham bam, thank you man. Daffy, laffy, slappy happy. What’s the hap? What’s the plan? Cooked books, buncha crooks. Loosie, goosey, where’s the noosey? Flakey, fakey, jump in the lakey. Take and take, oil of snake, How much of this can good people take? Scream and shout, let it all out Stick it, we’ll show up and picket You’ll try to trick it, we’ll buy you a ticket On a rail, feathered, or off to jail. Subliminal criminals, sentences too minimal We’ll feel best if you and the rest must Sell your houses and cars from behind bars.
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Feb 24, 2018
Feb 24, 2018 at 2:26 PM UTC
HOPSCOTCH CHANT
Loosey goosey, Gary Busey Makes more sense than you! What do you see, big kaboosie? What would Vladdy Putin do? Fussy wussy, presidential woosy Tell a whole buncha more lies. Flappy ***** big **** slappy The best your money buys. Choppy woppy, never stoppy Even when caught on tape. Shouty, pouty, tough it outy Completely out of shape. Fleecer, squeezer, ugely obese Shadow of your youth Ripoff, tipoff, always lipoff. Incapable of truth. Heapy cheapy, never sleepy Won’t pay your own bills. Brainless pain, runaway train, All your ideas can **** Neego, peego, bloated ego The little kids you scare, Shard, pard, big tub of lard, As attractive as your hair.
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Apr 5, 2018
Apr 5, 2018 at 9:15 PM UTC
DONNY-RONNY
Heard from a roof top of... Buncha zeros and ones My ******* heros' and nuns! How your story is spun! Little smigdet pinch of da' fiction This IT SON! OHhhhh noooo nooooe This is the end of... What's pinned up. So chin up! Eyes open! Look deep Close to Where there's Hope there's Peace. Even when we can't see.
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Apr 25, 2015
Apr 25, 2015 at 5:26 PM UTC
thief in the night
Om shanti tra-la-lace, empty head fulla space. Mismatched mouth and mind, squawking every word ya find. Buncha penny-sized pupils -- spun-out "gypsies" popping pills. When ya finally say what ya mean, I'll be where I was with no in between. Om shanti tra-la-lo pack yer patchouli and go.
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May 26, 2015
May 26, 2015 at 12:01 PM UTC
Tra-la-la
It's just a buncha **** I wish could do, Yet with this **** strife I'm only subdued, Clueless on what to wait on now, Constantly a smile flipped into a frown, I wonder what it takes to not be so bound, Constantly punished I question what's the cause, The fate, karma, or just God's given smiteful pause
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Oct 14, 2014
Oct 14, 2014 at 4:13 AM UTC
With Time I Fly
So I pushed "Write a poem" Thinking the **** machine was Gonna write  a poem And then this **** page comes up Like I'm supposed To write the **** poem! - What the **** - Well a course I could write A ****** good poem! But for whom You out there! YOU! A buncha bozos sittin around all night Tryin to get laid N then beatin up on yer partner Iffn they want out sometime? --- Give me a **** ****** break! /:/ I mean Where is Shakespeare When ya need him, right? __ O. K. -- here we go-- :: We are lovers let us go Into the pure hearts' true dominion We'll light the way for every soul Upon the path of god's creation We'll make love on all street corners We will storm the palace walls We are the masters of all that matters The mistresses of eternal law I in you and you in me Our presence is eternal peace Every man thus is saved Every child thus is graced //// There ya got it One more stinking poem! Now how do I turn The ****  machine off!
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Mar 15, 2013
Mar 15, 2013 at 2:42 AM UTC
for all ya do this ones for you
I've got a lot of questions And I've learned a lot of lessons But the relentlessness to ask 'em   Always keeps me guessin' You learn things better the hard way... Should I starve today   and spend my money on the lottery? Or buy a 12 pack and attack another artery Every day it's gettin' harder for me But it's feelin' like there's a part of me That's startin' me to realize things ain't really like they oughta be. People's justification and rationalization Keep me tuned in on a station findin' life even more evasive. and I find myself just wasting all my patience on just waitin' and thinking in contemplation When I awaken... Will I still wander while I wonder And wonder while I wander How much longer it'll be 'til we grow strong enough to see that what we actually believe isn't fact and we've been decieved everyone will be relieved That we just need to plant a seed And a new garden will grow Like it did so long ago to make today And in our day and age It seems that things will never change But change today or walk the plank Steady movin' up the ranks Until I stopped and thought in thanks to the conclusions I draw and then erase. Listen to my inner dialogue it says... Only reason we're breathin' Is cuz while others were bleedin' People were seein' the treason And called together a meetin'   To declare authority A reason of ignoring me A reason of exploring the seas A reason of cuttin' down trees where animals used to breathe and live free. Instead we lock 'em in cages or shoot 'em with 22 gauges It's so outrageous Our worth is based on our wages We **** to get some bills with a buncha old guy's faces And sit back in amazement With a smile on our face-lift
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Feb 11, 2018
Feb 11, 2018 at 2:46 PM UTC
A younger me
I've got a lot of questions And I've learned a lot of lessons But the relentlessness to ask 'em   Always keeps me guessin' You learn things better the hard way... Should I starve today   and spend my money on the lottery? Or buy a 12 pack and attack another artery Every day it's gettin' harder for me But it's feelin' like there's a part of me That's startin' me to realize things ain't really like they oughta be. People's justification and rationalization Keep me tuned in on a station findin' life even more evasive. and I find myself just wasting all my patience on just waitin' and thinking in contemplation When I awaken... Will I still wander while I wonder And wonder while I wander How much longer it'll be 'til we grow strong enough to see that what we actually believe isn't fact and we've been decieved everyone will be relieved That we just need to plant a seed And a new garden will grow Like it did so long ago to make today And in our day and age It seems that things will never change But change today or walk the plank Steady movin' up the ranks Until I stopped and thought in thanks to the conclusions I draw and then erase. Listen to my inner dialogue it says... Only reason we're breathin' Is cuz while others were bleedin' People were seein' the treason And called together a meetin'   To declare authority A reason of ignoring me A reason of exploring the seas A reason of cuttin' down trees where animals used to breathe and live free. Instead we lock 'em in cages or shoot 'em with 22 gauges It's so outrageous Our worth is based on our wages We **** to get some bills with a buncha old guy's faces And sit back in amazement With a smile on our face-lift
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Lazy lazy day! ( or, Maybe it is we who are kidding ourselves !) ... The 99% of us enslaved To a buncha greedy ***** ******* .. Predendin it'll all " go away!" .. & All we need is a non-preditory Lover! // // Little child (Of any age) .. You still LIVE! Wholly and completely You still reside in a MOTHER'S ARMS! And HARM still should never come to you And you should never have to be afraid Or fear your FATE and DESTINY! --- We are surely ONE HUMAN FAMILY! So humane Lovely and loving -- You know my VOW (It's been plainly spoken) You have my HEART for Eternity ... Eye to eye Token for token ... LOVE IS FOR EVERYONE ( I'm sure you agree -- As surely as I know You stand here with me)
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Mar 18, 2013
Mar 18, 2013 at 3:23 PM UTC
Again
I should be in politics, I'd tell a buncha lies I'd lie my *** right off, I'd win the Nobel Prize - I'll count the votes before you vote, so I'm sure I'll win All my campaign promises, forget they'd ever been - As soon as I'm in office, my cronies I'll shoe in I'll ban all graft and greed, except for me and all my kin
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Mar 1, 2016
Mar 1, 2016 at 2:08 PM UTC
Untitled
I really wanted to express warm grattude to the new web acquaintances I've made on here during this trying time. Practically overnight I got a buncha new followers as a new user, or at least it seems like a buncha to me; then, rather suddenly, it seems like everybody at once stopped reading my stuff. Given the current situation, I sincerely hope that this doesn't mean you have... no, it's too terrible to think of, much less say. Nevertheless, my gratitude for your recognition, however momentary, is heartfelt and continues, and I want you to know that I will continue to value our association for as long as this period of social disconnectedness lasts, after which I will re-evaluate rationally based on a cost-benefit model.
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Apr 16, 2020
Apr 16, 2020 at 7:06 PM UTC
Heartfelt Ambivalence
blab fuckity **** **** gab buncha tryin to be some- thing real or whole x-press(ion) squeezing pleads into hypnotic hymnal humming breathe up my thighs now, not numb but tingling throes I feel all the nothings winking at everything con- tained therein and I squirm toward the right where it overflowed
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Jul 27, 2017
Jul 27, 2017 at 10:59 PM UTC
***try
Funny how small the world is when it's not Someone for each and everyone it seems Until I reached my name, so I thought The trans girl I attend school with exists only in my dreams Surrounded by lovely people as well as some not so lovely Various identities and orientations crossin' over Two years nearly like this, and someone like me I've yet to see Chance encounters in this full, desolate land are four-leaf clovers Hard not to lament loneliness even when friends are there Easy to force a smile and laugh as well as tell white lies Sometimes make me feel a skosh needy, but I don't care I stay wishin' for someone to gravitate towards to field my cries Pipe down and keep dreamin', kid Sit right back down and accept your fate Too awkward, bad at first impressions, of that you won't get rid You won't meet no girl like you, ain't that great? If I were to meet my match, I'd be elated The yin to my yang, the bullet to my gun Give the F-word, hummingbird to sadness; like a balloon, I'd inflate The good kind of mess; give dysfunction its 'fun' I'd treat you like the lady you are We'd sound similar when complimentin' ourselves, we homophones Beat your face up and do the same to the ignorant, no matter how far We'd have ourselves a gay ol' time, unlike a buncha homophobes But above all else, I'd want to be there for you Validate you and offer support whenever you deem it necessary I want to be the best friend I can through and through Do whatever it takes, doesn't matter how arbitrary
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Dec 2, 2018
Dec 2, 2018 at 2:27 AM UTC
Someone to Put the 'Me' in Complete
Funny how small the world is when it's not Someone for each and everyone it seems Until I reached my name, so I thought The trans girl I attend school with exists only in my dreams Surrounded by lovely people as well as some not so lovely Various identities and orientations crossin' over Two years nearly like this, and someone like me I've yet to see Chance encounters in this full, desolate land are four-leaf clovers Hard not to lament loneliness even when friends are there Easy to force a smile and laugh as well as tell white lies Sometimes make me feel a skosh needy, but I don't care I stay wishin' for someone to gravitate towards to field my cries Pipe down and keep dreamin', kid Sit right back down and accept your fate Too awkward, bad at first impressions, of that you won't get rid You won't meet no girl like you, ain't that great? If I were to meet my match, I'd be elated The yin to my yang, the bullet to my gun Give the F-word, hummingbird to sadness; like a balloon, I'd inflate The good kind of mess; give dysfunction its 'fun' I'd treat you like the lady you are We'd sound similar when complimentin' ourselves, we homophones Beat your face up and do the same to the ignorant, no matter how far We'd have ourselves a gay ol' time, unlike a buncha homophobes But above all else, I'd want to be there for you Validate you and offer support whenever you deem it necessary I want to be the best friend I can through and through Do whatever it takes, doesn't matter how arbitrary
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