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abolitionism absenteeism absolutism abstractionism absurdism academicism academism achromatism acrotism actinism activism adoptianism adoptionism adventurism aeroembolism aestheticism ageism agism agnosticism agrarianism alarmism albinism alcoholism aldosteronism algorism alienism allelism allelomorphism allomorphism alpinism altruism amateurism amoralism anabaptism anabolism anachronism analphabetism anarchism anecdotalism aneurism anglicism animalism animism anisotropism antagonism anthropocentrism anthropomorphism anthropopathism antialcoholism antiauthoritarianism antiblackism anticapitalism anticlericalism anticolonialism anticommercialism anticommunism antielitism antievolutionism antifascism antifeminism antiferromagnetism antihumanism antiliberalism antimaterialism antimilitarism antinepotism antinomianism antiquarianism antiracism antiradicalism antirationalism antirealism antireductionism antiritualism antiromanticism antiterrorism aphorism apocalypticism apocalyptism archaism asceticism assimilationism associationism asterism astigmatism asynchronism atavism atheism athleticism atomism atonalism atropism atticism autecism authoritarianism autism autoecism autoeroticism autoerotism automatism automorphism baalism baptism barbarianism barbarism behaviorism biblicism bibliophilism bicameralism biculturalism bidialectalism bilateralism bilingualism bimetallism biologism bioregionalism bipartisanism bipedalism biracialism blackguardism bogyism bohemianism bolshevism boosterism bossism botulism bourbonism boyarism bromism brutism bruxism bureaucratism cabalism caciquism cambism cannibalism capitalism careerism casteism catabolism catastrophism catechism cavalierism centralism centrism ceremonialism charism charlatanism chauvinism chemism chemotropism chimaerism chimerism chrism chromaticism cicisbeism cinchonism civicism civism classicism classism clericalism clonism cockneyism collaborationism collectivism colloquialism colonialism colorism commensalism commercialism communalism communism communitarianism conceptualism concretism confessionalism conformism congregationalism connubialism conservatism constitutionalism constructivism consumerism controversialism conventionalism corporatism corporativism cosmism cosmopolitanism cosmopolitism countercriticism counterculturalism counterterrorism creationism credentialism cretinism criticism cronyism cryptorchidism cryptorchism cubism cultism cynicism czarism dadaism dandyism defeatism deism demonism denominationalism despotism determinism deviationism diabolism diamagnetism
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May 12, 2017
May 12, 2017 at 12:16 PM UTC
Ru7hl355_Gangsta
"ism"
abolitionism absenteeism absolutism abstractionism absurdism academicism academism achromatism acrotism actinism activism adoptianism adoptionism adventurism aeroembolism aestheticism ageism agism agnosticism agrarianism alarmism albinism alcoholism aldosteronism algorism alienism allelism allelomorphism allomorphism alpinism altruism amateurism amoralism anabaptism anabolism anachronism analphabetism anarchism anecdotalism aneurism anglicism animalism animism anisotropism antagonism anthropocentrism anthropomorphism anthropopathism antialcoholism antiauthoritarianism antiblackism anticapitalism anticlericalism anticolonialism anticommercialism anticommunism antielitism antievolutionism antifascism antifeminism antiferromagnetism antihumanism antiliberalism antimaterialism antimilitarism antinepotism antinomianism antiquarianism antiracism antiradicalism antirationalism antirealism antireductionism antiritualism antiromanticism antiterrorism aphorism apocalypticism apocalyptism archaism asceticism assimilationism associationism asterism astigmatism asynchronism atavism atheism athleticism atomism atonalism atropism atticism autecism authoritarianism autism autoecism autoeroticism autoerotism automatism automorphism baalism baptism barbarianism barbarism behaviorism biblicism bibliophilism bicameralism biculturalism bidialectalism bilateralism bilingualism bimetallism biologism bioregionalism bipartisanism bipedalism biracialism blackguardism bogyism bohemianism bolshevism boosterism bossism botulism bourbonism boyarism bromism brutism bruxism bureaucratism cabalism caciquism cambism cannibalism capitalism careerism casteism catabolism catastrophism catechism cavalierism centralism centrism ceremonialism charism charlatanism chauvinism chemism chemotropism chimaerism chimerism chrism chromaticism cicisbeism cinchonism civicism civism classicism classism clericalism clonism cockneyism collaborationism collectivism colloquialism colonialism colorism commensalism commercialism communalism communism communitarianism conceptualism concretism confessionalism conformism congregationalism connubialism conservatism constitutionalism constructivism consumerism controversialism conventionalism corporatism corporativism cosmism cosmopolitanism cosmopolitism countercriticism counterculturalism counterterrorism creationism credentialism cretinism criticism cronyism cryptorchidism cryptorchism cubism cultism cynicism czarism dadaism dandyism defeatism deism demonism denominationalism despotism determinism deviationism diabolism diamagnetism
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I do not see space travel as an evolutionary event I look at it as an excess of dissociative disorder colonialism and the making of whiteness whiteness justifying the guilt by searching and searching somewhere else not somewhere better just somewhere else there is nothing better than how we evolved are place within experience all that surrounds us is intimately woven with our sheer experience that has evolved without the possibility of memory or redundancy or even a pattern or repetition to desire somewhere else is to leave the best most evolved experience of being human organic intelligence artificial intelligence has patterns that are not evolution or the experience there of they are patterns that are also of this desire to be some where else where ever it may be a space or an entity an other counter-transferance aliens colonization product of whiteness excess the profit of colonization dissociative disorder from the experience of being human if you teach people that evolution is something related to a process that is merely the documentation of the desire to be somewhere or something else slavery is a combination of somewhere else and something else it is like aliens inherently under control of a powerful military actually the alien extracted from their home all mighty whiteness is the most powerful dissociative power evolution did indeed give us the possibility to dissociate but is was designed for empathy not as a tool to be somewhere or something else the experience of the dissociative human declaring whiteness has other opportunity but to experience slavery since it is a dissociation it is delusional and although the human dissociating may not be within the structure of slavery they conceive they are without the original experience I notice them organic intelligence resumes
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Aug 9, 2016
Aug 9, 2016 at 10:23 PM UTC
elan-bonde-gregory
somewhere and something else simultaneously
I do not see space travel as an evolutionary event I look at it as an excess of dissociative disorder colonialism and the making of whiteness whiteness justifying the guilt by searching and searching somewhere else not somewhere better just somewhere else there is nothing better than how we evolved are place within experience all that surrounds us is intimately woven with our sheer experience that has evolved without the possibility of memory or redundancy or even a pattern or repetition to desire somewhere else is to leave the best most evolved experience of being human organic intelligence artificial intelligence has patterns that are not evolution or the experience there of they are patterns that are also of this desire to be some where else where ever it may be a space or an entity an other counter-transferance aliens colonization product of whiteness excess the profit of colonization dissociative disorder from the experience of being human if you teach people that evolution is something related to a process that is merely the documentation of the desire to be somewhere or something else slavery is a combination of somewhere else and something else it is like aliens inherently under control of a powerful military actually the alien extracted from their home all mighty whiteness is the most powerful dissociative power evolution did indeed give us the possibility to dissociate but is was designed for empathy not as a tool to be somewhere or something else the experience of the dissociative human declaring whiteness has other opportunity but to experience slavery since it is a dissociation it is delusional and although the human dissociating may not be within the structure of slavery they conceive they are without the original experience I notice them organic intelligence resumes
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psychologism, i.e. neo-racism, neo- due to it being without any collective ethnic collectivisation, best insinuated by marijuana users, grouping alcoholics with ****** sharp shooters; they think they have the moral high ground, but they talk jack sh-: medicinal marijuana is synthetic marijuana / ore without casual-use effects, it's not the sh- you put in your **** have a *** change and tell me about children suffering from cancer while you're at it: because those starving children of africa adverts... are really really working... knowing that the man in control of such charities earns over half a million a year - post-colonialism only really works while you have former colonial indigenous peoples nearby, then you can milk that ***** cow from the locals... make sure you think the nairobi international airport has a dirt runway and you'll feel all ******* fuzzy giving money to these companies... post-colonialism only works like that... import some former colonials to milk the former colonial whites into coughing up money & guilt... then watch the irish get leery with sarcasm at almost anything... and the scots gear up pride and become politically malignant... the good friday agreement? tony blair did as much as / avoiding-tax cigarettes smuggled from eastern europe west of the ural mountains exchanged in belfast... but geographic borders were never used in rhetoric in politics... because ireland was always further west than iceland: as oaths go... it was a neighbour of liberty iseland... with the true statue of liberty in a moulin rouge cancan attire, skirt up, flame extinguished - although ***** as hell: and in koranic reality, requiring a harem for her three holes.
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Dec 25, 2015
Dec 25, 2015 at 10:22 PM UTC
removed.polaroid-scrabble
marijuana optional
psychologism, i.e. neo-racism, neo- due to it being without any collective ethnic collectivisation, best insinuated by marijuana users, grouping alcoholics with ****** sharp shooters; they think they have the moral high ground, but they talk jack sh-: medicinal marijuana is synthetic marijuana / ore without casual-use effects, it's not the sh- you put in your **** have a *** change and tell me about children suffering from cancer while you're at it: because those starving children of africa adverts... are really really working... knowing that the man in control of such charities earns over half a million a year - post-colonialism only really works while you have former colonial indigenous peoples nearby, then you can milk that ***** cow from the locals... make sure you think the nairobi international airport has a dirt runway and you'll feel all ******* fuzzy giving money to these companies... post-colonialism only works like that... import some former colonials to milk the former colonial whites into coughing up money & guilt... then watch the irish get leery with sarcasm at almost anything... and the scots gear up pride and become politically malignant... the good friday agreement? tony blair did as much as / avoiding-tax cigarettes smuggled from eastern europe west of the ural mountains exchanged in belfast... but geographic borders were never used in rhetoric in politics... because ireland was always further west than iceland: as oaths go... it was a neighbour of liberty iseland... with the true statue of liberty in a moulin rouge cancan attire, skirt up, flame extinguished - although ***** as hell: and in koranic reality, requiring a harem for her three holes.
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Silly, silly, silly me. To think I'm free, and that I'll be somebody? Silly, silly, silly me. You can't be free, and that's just it, All you are is 'somebody.' Some-body. "Some body." But that's not true! Look at Trostky and Lenin, Michael Myers and Lennon, The other Lennon. It's hard to differentiate in name and legacy, Because both Lennon's were revolutionaries, Marching around like the freshman from heaven. But neither believed they were the result of divine intervention in the affairs of man, Because this convention would threaten their worldview and beckon away their sanity... In the same way that the Pope or ****** let their divine vanity commit greater blasphemy and bring them future agony. Now neither Lennon nor Lenin came anywhere close to being men from Galilee, In fact they were more the men of the galaxy, Or at least, John was, with his peach fuzz beard and his belief that love is greater than fear. The other Lenin implemented the New Economic Policy, to starve the proletariat and start his revolution on an already hypocritical trend that would continue quite the same until the very end. And it proves something, does it not? Violence sends a message to no one but the instigator, Changing them to justify, and claim is wasn't misbehavior; But that's a lie, no idea of mine is worth the death of a human mind, And to pretend otherwise makes one delude themselves that they aren't an instigator, but an illustrator, Painting in the blood as if ****** makes an innovator. And for ****** there is no vindicator, Violence is an image breaker, Indulged in by poor imitators who think they're right, and the world is wrong. Unaware this makes them weak, not strong. Now John Lennon was the true revolutionary; Although he succumbed to violence, he veered away from it, even when it was necessary. He fought the war, and yes, the war did win, But at least he didn't cover his scars with artificial skin, Or deny his implicit wrongs as a result of all original sin. John Lennon used the word 'nigger' to the opposite effect. He used the word to trigger something bigger and correct, The wrong that seemed so propagated by the last colonial tide, Of which the other Lenin defected and took colonialism's side. John Lennon was Utopian and told us of a better world; He interjected definition, and caused old thoughts to curl away in fright, And bite the dust despite their might and past dominion of industrialism, It was a schism, and it still plagues us to this day. John Lennon understood we over-complicate way To Often. Silly, silly, silly me. To think I'm free, and that I'll be somebody? Silly, silly, silly me. You can't be free, and that's just it, All you are is 'somebody.' Some-body. "Some body." "Some body" is something, And some body can change the world.
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Sep 12, 2011
Sep 12, 2011 at 1:34 PM UTC
tread
Some body.
Silly, silly, silly me. To think I'm free, and that I'll be somebody? Silly, silly, silly me. You can't be free, and that's just it, All you are is 'somebody.' Some-body. "Some body." But that's not true! Look at Trostky and Lenin, Michael Myers and Lennon, The other Lennon. It's hard to differentiate in name and legacy, Because both Lennon's were revolutionaries, Marching around like the freshman from heaven. But neither believed they were the result of divine intervention in the affairs of man, Because this convention would threaten their worldview and beckon away their sanity... In the same way that the Pope or ****** let their divine vanity commit greater blasphemy and bring them future agony. Now neither Lennon nor Lenin came anywhere close to being men from Galilee, In fact they were more the men of the galaxy, Or at least, John was, with his peach fuzz beard and his belief that love is greater than fear. The other Lenin implemented the New Economic Policy, to starve the proletariat and start his revolution on an already hypocritical trend that would continue quite the same until the very end. And it proves something, does it not? Violence sends a message to no one but the instigator, Changing them to justify, and claim is wasn't misbehavior; But that's a lie, no idea of mine is worth the death of a human mind, And to pretend otherwise makes one delude themselves that they aren't an instigator, but an illustrator, Painting in the blood as if ****** makes an innovator. And for ****** there is no vindicator, Violence is an image breaker, Indulged in by poor imitators who think they're right, and the world is wrong. Unaware this makes them weak, not strong. Now John Lennon was the true revolutionary; Although he succumbed to violence, he veered away from it, even when it was necessary. He fought the war, and yes, the war did win, But at least he didn't cover his scars with artificial skin, Or deny his implicit wrongs as a result of all original sin. John Lennon used the word 'nigger' to the opposite effect. He used the word to trigger something bigger and correct, The wrong that seemed so propagated by the last colonial tide, Of which the other Lenin defected and took colonialism's side. John Lennon was Utopian and told us of a better world; He interjected definition, and caused old thoughts to curl away in fright, And bite the dust despite their might and past dominion of industrialism, It was a schism, and it still plagues us to this day. John Lennon understood we over-complicate way To Often. Silly, silly, silly me. To think I'm free, and that I'll be somebody? Silly, silly, silly me. You can't be free, and that's just it, All you are is 'somebody.' Some-body. "Some body." "Some body" is something, And some body can change the world.
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It’s a new day dawning yet we’re still living in the past Embracing colonialism and saving the rest for last You know, the rest meaning the other cultures because you think they don’t matter But it’s time for that glass of classism and racism to shatter It’s funny how when I go to University I’m rarely taught by people who look like me No matter how much the white lecturers may try, they will never understand my cultural identity So don’t get mad if I doze off in your lecture because I just can’t relate If I speak up I may start the great debate Learning about Ancient Greeks and those who lived in Rome is fine But what about the indigenous people of the Caribbean or stories of what went through the slave’s mind? University is more than just learning about what makes Western culture great There’s more to this world that we can truly celebrate America and Haiti both had a revolution So if we want to make a change we need to come up with a solution It’s a new day dawning and we plan to decolonise Despite our obstacles, we will rise
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Mar 29, 2017
Mar 29, 2017 at 7:39 AM UTC
jemma
It's A New Day Dawning
It’s a new day dawning yet we’re still living in the past Embracing colonialism and saving the rest for last You know, the rest meaning the other cultures because you think they don’t matter But it’s time for that glass of classism and racism to shatter It’s funny how when I go to University I’m rarely taught by people who look like me No matter how much the white lecturers may try, they will never understand my cultural identity So don’t get mad if I doze off in your lecture because I just can’t relate If I speak up I may start the great debate Learning about Ancient Greeks and those who lived in Rome is fine But what about the indigenous people of the Caribbean or stories of what went through the slave’s mind? University is more than just learning about what makes Western culture great There’s more to this world that we can truly celebrate America and Haiti both had a revolution So if we want to make a change we need to come up with a solution It’s a new day dawning and we plan to decolonise Despite our obstacles, we will rise
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the bottle twists glass falls in drifts and air parts like flesh there’s a terror beneath this city trucks enter from out of town and shake the power lines passing without pause sometimes birds gather for days chirps grow exponentially before tailing into silence; heather and brimstone little bodies roll to the edges and burst on the streets in red regalia a somnolence keeps the city forgetful time flows in fits a streetlamp; a raven; ten gravestones it all runs without moving vessels dilate hands hold themselves there’s nothing to breathe with an empty chalice, turned on the hour grants heaving clenching writhing an ocean of rust bulb shatters, blood spills out her mouth cave head turn faith the world remakes itself ********** the colour of sunflowers bicycle chains thirst colonialism wet paint emptiness over emptiness act without agent lack lack lack lack lack lack lack lack lack lack lack peel the flesh and find flesh always more flesh don’t stop they know better chirp chirp chirp turn exit substance purpose nothing
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May 1, 2016
May 1, 2016 at 12:51 AM UTC
mitakiharashi
a turn without end
the bottle twists glass falls in drifts and air parts like flesh there’s a terror beneath this city trucks enter from out of town and shake the power lines passing without pause sometimes birds gather for days chirps grow exponentially before tailing into silence; heather and brimstone little bodies roll to the edges and burst on the streets in red regalia a somnolence keeps the city forgetful time flows in fits a streetlamp; a raven; ten gravestones it all runs without moving vessels dilate hands hold themselves there’s nothing to breathe with an empty chalice, turned on the hour grants heaving clenching writhing an ocean of rust bulb shatters, blood spills out her mouth cave head turn faith the world remakes itself ********** the colour of sunflowers bicycle chains thirst colonialism wet paint emptiness over emptiness act without agent lack lack lack lack lack lack lack lack lack lack lack peel the flesh and find flesh always more flesh don’t stop they know better chirp chirp chirp turn exit substance purpose nothing
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when i was younger, this boy used to tease me about my skin color; how much it resembles coal, and how it makes me look like an Aeta, and how they can't see me in the dark, but even before that i was insecure. because when people bothered to look at me, they'd only see ebony and to them it was synonymous with ugly and ***** but i don't blame them. they're just caught in the current of colonialism when we measured one’s status through the hue of their skin and we followed. we followed their discrimination of the ones whose skin didn't look like the exact duplicate of ivory and marshmallow. we followed their system of supremacy of putting the lighter ones up in the stars to match whiteness with brightness. we followed their standards of beauty which just happened to be the exact ******* opposite of our majority. now our country is driven mad by the idea of whitening your skin until your heritage is nowhere to be seen; it has been scrubbed off by papaya soap, masked by glutathione and devalued by insults. but hey, who cares about heritage if you look like that European actress? who cares about culture when you could pass off as an American? who cares about natural brown when synthetic white wears the crown?
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Mar 5, 2017
Mar 5, 2017 at 9:06 AM UTC
dem
Eastern Ebony Pearls
when i was younger, this boy used to tease me about my skin color; how much it resembles coal, and how it makes me look like an Aeta, and how they can't see me in the dark, but even before that i was insecure. because when people bothered to look at me, they'd only see ebony and to them it was synonymous with ugly and ***** but i don't blame them. they're just caught in the current of colonialism when we measured one’s status through the hue of their skin and we followed. we followed their discrimination of the ones whose skin didn't look like the exact duplicate of ivory and marshmallow. we followed their system of supremacy of putting the lighter ones up in the stars to match whiteness with brightness. we followed their standards of beauty which just happened to be the exact ******* opposite of our majority. now our country is driven mad by the idea of whitening your skin until your heritage is nowhere to be seen; it has been scrubbed off by papaya soap, masked by glutathione and devalued by insults. but hey, who cares about heritage if you look like that European actress? who cares about culture when you could pass off as an American? who cares about natural brown when synthetic white wears the crown?
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i cannot remember how your lips taste. i can only remember they felt like an uninvited guest trying to move in. your lips and teeth are perfectly made to **** on skin so then you won't have to make lies with them. but i let you in. (maybe if i do what he wants, no one will get hurt). the tribe of my love, has never been one to be silenced by any lips but my own. that should have been my warning for a war cry. but it was too late. you were Columbus Day. you came in as a new reality and you left as a tragedy. you put a knife to the strings that held us together. there is a spirit floating around the ghost town of my heart that is mourning the loss of your name. it is aching to hold on to memories before the battle, but is blind to see the bodies, the bullets. we have taken a knife, and cut the strings that held us together. (for many people, Columbus Day only expresses the start of the damage introduced by imperialism, colonialism and the celebration of the birth of issues in North America, that still happen to plague us world wide)
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Oct 15, 2013
Oct 15, 2013 at 12:54 AM UTC
alaya
my Columbus Day
i cannot remember how your lips taste. i can only remember they felt like an uninvited guest trying to move in. your lips and teeth are perfectly made to **** on skin so then you won't have to make lies with them. but i let you in. (maybe if i do what he wants, no one will get hurt). the tribe of my love, has never been one to be silenced by any lips but my own. that should have been my warning for a war cry. but it was too late. you were Columbus Day. you came in as a new reality and you left as a tragedy. you put a knife to the strings that held us together. there is a spirit floating around the ghost town of my heart that is mourning the loss of your name. it is aching to hold on to memories before the battle, but is blind to see the bodies, the bullets. we have taken a knife, and cut the strings that held us together. (for many people, Columbus Day only expresses the start of the damage introduced by imperialism, colonialism and the celebration of the birth of issues in North America, that still happen to plague us world wide)
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The rabbit haunts from a distance, patrolling fields for one to bear witness. Gracefully the tenderfoot stalks, keeping a watchful eye out for Mr.Fox. The creature walks with a slight limp, other animals often call him a gimp. This way, that way, it all seems wrong, keeping time with a lost robin's song. His home constructed as a single story wonder, located within a large tree laying asunder. Family life wasn't right, as fleeting an image as a wayward kite. A field mouse, left without spouse, Stumbled upon the home in a tree, accompanied by a group of songbirds filled with glee. The field mouse was asked to go, the creature in response, simply said no. A man stumbled up, as mad as a hatter, his portly girth made it hard to imagine being any fatter. He spoke of intrinsic right, boundless visions beyond sight. Told the rabbit he had a duty to the mouse, saying it immoral to deprive him of a house. The rabbit, reluctant to accept , found out from the man of the true evils in neglect. He was told that he didn't own the home, it had simply been gifted as a goodwill loan. That meant it was as his as much as the rabbits, regardless of any perspective habits. With that the moused moved in, and brought with him his prized snakeskin. Over a meal the mouse spoke of danger, coming in the form of a wandering stranger. He told the rabbit, this creature travelled light, but usually shrouded in the cover of night. Said the creature was not large in size, though his methods of thievery seemed quite wise. The rabbit recoiled in his chair, as the field mouse offered up a demonic glare. The field mouse grinned from ear to ear, sensing this rabbit's new grasp on fear. Pulling the snakeskin from his sack, the dried shell was quick to crack. The mouse spoke of a brave duel, between him and this monster, which had downed a mule. He used every ounce of his cunning, and sent the legless beat running. It wasn't good enough for the mouse, who was certainly no louse. He tracked the snake for six long hours, through a field of partially bloomed flowers. In the end he killed the snake, then took its skin so listeners knew the tale wasn't fake. He held the skin, I mean the mouse, and said he'd hang the shell within the house. Mr. Rabbit was found dead two days after, his body lay desecrated next to the snakes, hanging from a rafter.
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Sep 3, 2014
Sep 3, 2014 at 1:02 PM UTC
charles-lutwidge-dodgson
Colonialism (Coquille River, Oregon) (1854)
The rabbit haunts from a distance, patrolling fields for one to bear witness. Gracefully the tenderfoot stalks, keeping a watchful eye out for Mr.Fox. The creature walks with a slight limp, other animals often call him a gimp. This way, that way, it all seems wrong, keeping time with a lost robin's song. His home constructed as a single story wonder, located within a large tree laying asunder. Family life wasn't right, as fleeting an image as a wayward kite. A field mouse, left without spouse, Stumbled upon the home in a tree, accompanied by a group of songbirds filled with glee. The field mouse was asked to go, the creature in response, simply said no. A man stumbled up, as mad as a hatter, his portly girth made it hard to imagine being any fatter. He spoke of intrinsic right, boundless visions beyond sight. Told the rabbit he had a duty to the mouse, saying it immoral to deprive him of a house. The rabbit, reluctant to accept , found out from the man of the true evils in neglect. He was told that he didn't own the home, it had simply been gifted as a goodwill loan. That meant it was as his as much as the rabbits, regardless of any perspective habits. With that the moused moved in, and brought with him his prized snakeskin. Over a meal the mouse spoke of danger, coming in the form of a wandering stranger. He told the rabbit, this creature travelled light, but usually shrouded in the cover of night. Said the creature was not large in size, though his methods of thievery seemed quite wise. The rabbit recoiled in his chair, as the field mouse offered up a demonic glare. The field mouse grinned from ear to ear, sensing this rabbit's new grasp on fear. Pulling the snakeskin from his sack, the dried shell was quick to crack. The mouse spoke of a brave duel, between him and this monster, which had downed a mule. He used every ounce of his cunning, and sent the legless beat running. It wasn't good enough for the mouse, who was certainly no louse. He tracked the snake for six long hours, through a field of partially bloomed flowers. In the end he killed the snake, then took its skin so listeners knew the tale wasn't fake. He held the skin, I mean the mouse, and said he'd hang the shell within the house. Mr. Rabbit was found dead two days after, his body lay desecrated next to the snakes, hanging from a rafter.
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Priti Patel's quote on EU migration - whatever it was... list of common surnames: cropper, cross, crouch, dabney, dalton, daniels, eads, easton, eccleston, fairclough, farnham, fay, gardner, garey, garfield, haight, hanes, hailey, ibbott, irvin, isaacson, jack, jackson, jacobs, kay, keen, kelsey, lacey, lacy, lamar, macey, mann, marchand, neal, nelson, neville... sure pati japati patel - i'll be an albino in Gujarat if your play the sitar in a sari; but your name sounds a bit migrant revealing, what a weird 'back of the bus' you seem to stand on - you want the Mongolians resurrected? i swear we were being ousted in line of what Queen Sheba said to Solomon: 'olive skinned throughout the geography and the unwelcome green men on sponged-knickers creaming for an ****** a french dessert...' yes pretty prior, you found home on a continent when half of the european nations didn't practice colonial antics - i guess it's easier to pick on them. but with a Patel surname you sound british already, the great experiment worked the anaesthetic of former colonialism numbed via recreational Ketamine use really numbed the skull and jaw mandibles - i hate, i hate being conscripted into post-colonial affairs of "why it all failed" what a waste of the urban hubs of Manchester or Liverpool - where once artistic expression thrived - i hate these post-colonial societies, it's as if they were castrated en masse, and they're wondering why no one has a permanent suntan in scandinavia - maybe the raw herring diet - cinnamon up your *** magician's trick with space between fudge of digestion, disappearing trick but then the cough that blinds you sweetly - i guess post-colonial nationalism wanted to listen to non-colonial nationalism - a former migrant like pretty plated smell olive skinned exploited inversion of angers but dunked a footstep into a trip-up with non-colonial nations - a bit like the greek bail-out - pretty patel is a name least likely associated with migration; you teasing the beast out?
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Apr 21, 2016
Apr 21, 2016 at 9:33 PM UTC
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hey pretty plated smell!
Priti Patel's quote on EU migration - whatever it was... list of common surnames: cropper, cross, crouch, dabney, dalton, daniels, eads, easton, eccleston, fairclough, farnham, fay, gardner, garey, garfield, haight, hanes, hailey, ibbott, irvin, isaacson, jack, jackson, jacobs, kay, keen, kelsey, lacey, lacy, lamar, macey, mann, marchand, neal, nelson, neville... sure pati japati patel - i'll be an albino in Gujarat if your play the sitar in a sari; but your name sounds a bit migrant revealing, what a weird 'back of the bus' you seem to stand on - you want the Mongolians resurrected? i swear we were being ousted in line of what Queen Sheba said to Solomon: 'olive skinned throughout the geography and the unwelcome green men on sponged-knickers creaming for an ****** a french dessert...' yes pretty prior, you found home on a continent when half of the european nations didn't practice colonial antics - i guess it's easier to pick on them. but with a Patel surname you sound british already, the great experiment worked the anaesthetic of former colonialism numbed via recreational Ketamine use really numbed the skull and jaw mandibles - i hate, i hate being conscripted into post-colonial affairs of "why it all failed" what a waste of the urban hubs of Manchester or Liverpool - where once artistic expression thrived - i hate these post-colonial societies, it's as if they were castrated en masse, and they're wondering why no one has a permanent suntan in scandinavia - maybe the raw herring diet - cinnamon up your *** magician's trick with space between fudge of digestion, disappearing trick but then the cough that blinds you sweetly - i guess post-colonial nationalism wanted to listen to non-colonial nationalism - a former migrant like pretty plated smell olive skinned exploited inversion of angers but dunked a footstep into a trip-up with non-colonial nations - a bit like the greek bail-out - pretty patel is a name least likely associated with migration; you teasing the beast out?
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Listen to the stories
 men tell of last year 
that sound of other places
 though they happened here Listen to a name
 so private it can burn
 hear it said aloud 
and learn and learn History is a needle 
for putting men asleep
 anointed with the poison 
of all they want to keep Now a name that saved you
 has a foreign taste
 claims a foreign body
 froze in last year’s waste And what is living lingers
 while monuments are built
 then yields its final whisper
 to letters raised in gilt But cries of stifled ripeness 
whip me to my knees 
I am with the falling snow
 falling in the seas I am with the hunters 
hungry and shrewd
 and I am with the hunted
 quick and soft and **** I am with the houses
 that wash away in rain
 and leave no teeth of pillars 
to rake them up again Let men numb names
 scratch winds that blow
 listen to the stories
 but what you know you know And knowing is enough
 for mountains such as these
 where nothing long remains 
houses walls or trees <~> “I would recommend On Hearing a Name Long Unspoken. This poem is from Cohen’s 1964 collection, Flowers for ****** which deals with the trauma of the Holocaust and its legacy in 1960s Canada. In this book Cohen describes himself as a ‘front-line writer’ trying to understand totalitarianism, and the poems aim to critique his readers’ complacency in the violence of the world wars, anti-Semitism and colonialism. In On Hearing a Name Long Unspoken, Cohen asks his readers to consider how atrocities ‘that sound of other places’ also ‘happened here.’ He wants us to remember the lives of real people, to remember where people have found solidarity and protection, as well as how they have been oppressed because he is concerned that the stories that are told about the past will make it feel distant and unreal.” KAIT PINDER, assistant professor of English at Acadia University
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Apr 2, 2022
Apr 2, 2022 at 3:24 PM UTC
nat-lipstadt
“On Hearing a Name Long Unspoken” by Leonard Cohen
Listen to the stories
 men tell of last year 
that sound of other places
 though they happened here Listen to a name
 so private it can burn
 hear it said aloud 
and learn and learn History is a needle 
for putting men asleep
 anointed with the poison 
of all they want to keep Now a name that saved you
 has a foreign taste
 claims a foreign body
 froze in last year’s waste And what is living lingers
 while monuments are built
 then yields its final whisper
 to letters raised in gilt But cries of stifled ripeness 
whip me to my knees 
I am with the falling snow
 falling in the seas I am with the hunters 
hungry and shrewd
 and I am with the hunted
 quick and soft and **** I am with the houses
 that wash away in rain
 and leave no teeth of pillars 
to rake them up again Let men numb names
 scratch winds that blow
 listen to the stories
 but what you know you know And knowing is enough
 for mountains such as these
 where nothing long remains 
houses walls or trees <~> “I would recommend On Hearing a Name Long Unspoken. This poem is from Cohen’s 1964 collection, Flowers for ****** which deals with the trauma of the Holocaust and its legacy in 1960s Canada. In this book Cohen describes himself as a ‘front-line writer’ trying to understand totalitarianism, and the poems aim to critique his readers’ complacency in the violence of the world wars, anti-Semitism and colonialism. In On Hearing a Name Long Unspoken, Cohen asks his readers to consider how atrocities ‘that sound of other places’ also ‘happened here.’ He wants us to remember the lives of real people, to remember where people have found solidarity and protection, as well as how they have been oppressed because he is concerned that the stories that are told about the past will make it feel distant and unreal.” KAIT PINDER, assistant professor of English at Acadia University
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California gold-rush blues Got you pretty thirsty Where's tank girl when you need her Saliva thick Lump in throat Tongue swelling Neck swollen Can't breathe Drowning Shrinking skin Hallucinations Eyelids crack Tears of blood Leather-purse face Amputated lips Nose withered Eyes trapped We're all exported and exploited Sold sanely cheap Used how the rich see fit Dead in one week Ecosystem crashing All for their mansions Filled with rooms they never use Profit ****** We see oceans through our windows 97 percent 97 percent 3 percent for you and none for us Little boy is drinking bubbles But it ain't champagne It's dead dogs and fetus juice Dog dogs and abuse Where are the wetlands Where are the holy springs Soon we'll all be Atlantis Just another lost city Soon we'll be living In underground caves Like cowards We all want roses in our garden bower But the best heroes Might as well be slaves Global desert Without rain Green turns yellow Here come the earthquakes ****** forest Rest in peace They erected cities In your memory Cartels and shades of grey Vivendi, Veolia Machines with no soul Privatizing blue gold In their corporate quads Woe to WTO The new colonialism Coca Cola 7-Up Sorry but your time is up Destroy everything you touch When it's gone Get up and leave Destroy another planet **** and conquer SLAPPing silly pointless fools Transporting silly tools Shooting all the people's people Got to pull up the roots Bullets through lace curtains Has a ring to it You spineless cruel leaders With your oil rivers Well you've made a rival now World map's changing underground Alternatives are scarce Purity is all but lost Path of least resistance blocked Metamorphosizing clocks Circulation down the train Don't drink the red water Just pray for rain
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Nov 26, 2011
Nov 26, 2011 at 2:20 AM UTC
lucy-tonic
Well of Tears (Save the Water)
California gold-rush blues Got you pretty thirsty Where's tank girl when you need her Saliva thick Lump in throat Tongue swelling Neck swollen Can't breathe Drowning Shrinking skin Hallucinations Eyelids crack Tears of blood Leather-purse face Amputated lips Nose withered Eyes trapped We're all exported and exploited Sold sanely cheap Used how the rich see fit Dead in one week Ecosystem crashing All for their mansions Filled with rooms they never use Profit ****** We see oceans through our windows 97 percent 97 percent 3 percent for you and none for us Little boy is drinking bubbles But it ain't champagne It's dead dogs and fetus juice Dog dogs and abuse Where are the wetlands Where are the holy springs Soon we'll all be Atlantis Just another lost city Soon we'll be living In underground caves Like cowards We all want roses in our garden bower But the best heroes Might as well be slaves Global desert Without rain Green turns yellow Here come the earthquakes ****** forest Rest in peace They erected cities In your memory Cartels and shades of grey Vivendi, Veolia Machines with no soul Privatizing blue gold In their corporate quads Woe to WTO The new colonialism Coca Cola 7-Up Sorry but your time is up Destroy everything you touch When it's gone Get up and leave Destroy another planet **** and conquer SLAPPing silly pointless fools Transporting silly tools Shooting all the people's people Got to pull up the roots Bullets through lace curtains Has a ring to it You spineless cruel leaders With your oil rivers Well you've made a rival now World map's changing underground Alternatives are scarce Purity is all but lost Path of least resistance blocked Metamorphosizing clocks Circulation down the train Don't drink the red water Just pray for rain
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I have been insulted for sharing out my peasant songs, pataphorical poems, on the table of the cultural patriarchy the insults have come in a serial flow into my dark soul a basin of condemn, it began as my duty to take my poetry to the bottom of African latrine, followed by volley of insults like ; cerebral panicking insensitive idiot, a gifted ******** of arsolian poetry One other contumely went aboveboard to announce me a better dead ****** i wondered how much one can **** without erstwhile duty of creation, now i have been condemned in starkness, to be a beautiful walking ghost of William Seward Burroughs, Uhm! folly of eugenics, No! i am wrong, this accolade, i seriously decline to take, my innateness is not wounded at all, by anything near to genetic disorder, i am only conscious of my luckless past, of Slavery,colonialism,wars,re-colonialism Then poverty spiced by open ridicule , And partly trenchant and half-honkey tease firmly fuelled by racial intolerance, i have now been mistaken in awry, to be a looming ghost of William Burroughs, and i am not i am purely my self, without imperious wide blood any where in my by black veins, i may easily have chimpanzee blood, Flowing turbulently through my vessels, but no tincture of white blood in my zoo, Burroughs broke his virginity with a ***** i have remained a ****** for three decades, As African virgins marry only virgins, Burroughs was the king of underworlds; chasing lessbian prostitutes and gays, to quench his mad erotic appetite the turf in which i am a better sham, Billy was a serial criminal, ever on the run, my soul is clean as new pin, in fact gorgeously dressed in the unique royal attires of as a Bristol pin merchant, Billy worshiped crime and drugs my piety is anchored on freedom of all, Billy went to Latin America for ***** i have been there to mourn Gabriel Garcia, the Nobelite who was alone in deathly solicitude Billy never lifted a finger against tyranny, my arsolian poetry is center-pieced on nothing, other than African chantings for liberty, freedom for the white and black peasants perhaps to unyoke themselves, from the yoke of vicious human avarice.
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Sep 9, 2014
Sep 9, 2014 at 9:03 AM UTC
alexander-k-opicho
MY SOUL IS ANTITHESIS TO THE GHOST OF BILLY BURROUGHS
I have been insulted for sharing out my peasant songs, pataphorical poems, on the table of the cultural patriarchy the insults have come in a serial flow into my dark soul a basin of condemn, it began as my duty to take my poetry to the bottom of African latrine, followed by volley of insults like ; cerebral panicking insensitive idiot, a gifted ******** of arsolian poetry One other contumely went aboveboard to announce me a better dead ****** i wondered how much one can **** without erstwhile duty of creation, now i have been condemned in starkness, to be a beautiful walking ghost of William Seward Burroughs, Uhm! folly of eugenics, No! i am wrong, this accolade, i seriously decline to take, my innateness is not wounded at all, by anything near to genetic disorder, i am only conscious of my luckless past, of Slavery,colonialism,wars,re-colonialism Then poverty spiced by open ridicule , And partly trenchant and half-honkey tease firmly fuelled by racial intolerance, i have now been mistaken in awry, to be a looming ghost of William Burroughs, and i am not i am purely my self, without imperious wide blood any where in my by black veins, i may easily have chimpanzee blood, Flowing turbulently through my vessels, but no tincture of white blood in my zoo, Burroughs broke his virginity with a ***** i have remained a ****** for three decades, As African virgins marry only virgins, Burroughs was the king of underworlds; chasing lessbian prostitutes and gays, to quench his mad erotic appetite the turf in which i am a better sham, Billy was a serial criminal, ever on the run, my soul is clean as new pin, in fact gorgeously dressed in the unique royal attires of as a Bristol pin merchant, Billy worshiped crime and drugs my piety is anchored on freedom of all, Billy went to Latin America for ***** i have been there to mourn Gabriel Garcia, the Nobelite who was alone in deathly solicitude Billy never lifted a finger against tyranny, my arsolian poetry is center-pieced on nothing, other than African chantings for liberty, freedom for the white and black peasants perhaps to unyoke themselves, from the yoke of vicious human avarice.
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Revival of a revolutionary spirit What I represent? The Motherland of wisdom BLACK genesis Check the pyramids My heredity IS God-man manifest in the physical, And astral and mental Been mastered every plane of existence Whole civilizations who understood the Science of Living Tens of thousands of years before any 'westernized thinking' An enlightened people Way before colonialism How you gon bring democracy (now capitalism in disguise), To Afrika where it was invented? And dress ya pawns as 'appointed' leaders Devil oppressors Erased our culture, history, and identity Spiritual genocide by 'Willie Lynching' Karmically tied to these modern times I gotz to watch my temper Lost ONE, Who found refuge in the Buddha to be most skillful But what happened to my people? I just wona know My whole life, I was ashamed of being BLACK and didn't know it Guess it was sub-compartmental But through practice with experience Of accumulated virtue I shed dem old ethers And broke me down Psychological brick by brick and rebuilt me Na I'm ready for war
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Oct 1, 2020
Oct 1, 2020 at 5:00 PM UTC
rynenberj
REBEL TALK PT.2
Revival of a revolutionary spirit What I represent? The Motherland of wisdom BLACK genesis Check the pyramids My heredity IS God-man manifest in the physical, And astral and mental Been mastered every plane of existence Whole civilizations who understood the Science of Living Tens of thousands of years before any 'westernized thinking' An enlightened people Way before colonialism How you gon bring democracy (now capitalism in disguise), To Afrika where it was invented? And dress ya pawns as 'appointed' leaders Devil oppressors Erased our culture, history, and identity Spiritual genocide by 'Willie Lynching' Karmically tied to these modern times I gotz to watch my temper Lost ONE, Who found refuge in the Buddha to be most skillful But what happened to my people? I just wona know My whole life, I was ashamed of being BLACK and didn't know it Guess it was sub-compartmental But through practice with experience Of accumulated virtue I shed dem old ethers And broke me down Psychological brick by brick and rebuilt me Na I'm ready for war
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Revival of a revolutionary spirit What I represent? Dem single mother ******* children Uneducated, unmotivated, and poverty stricken Moma pay da rent, da car note, den broke, da game sumtm' slick So I'm young BLACK and angry, real thug-life ***** Infested communities of drugs and guns thats brought in by the government So before I move a pack o pull a trigga just tryna win I'm already guilty, 'until proven innocent' Ain't dat a ***** The days as slaves and Jim Crow's segregated ways have passed, Dey sayin' But I only see it disguised now as a 'color blind' racial caste system Crooked politicians and sellouts oppressing dey own kin In the 'pursuit of happiness' They're privatising prisons for capital Mass incarceration How could another life be property? With a loss of civil rights, even after release Take it ha you wona I'm anti-colonialism Everywhere the 'Albino' go he **** the land and oppress the people
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Oct 1, 2020
Oct 1, 2020 at 4:58 PM UTC
rynenberj
REBEL TALK PT.1
Revival of a revolutionary spirit What I represent? Dem single mother ******* children Uneducated, unmotivated, and poverty stricken Moma pay da rent, da car note, den broke, da game sumtm' slick So I'm young BLACK and angry, real thug-life ***** Infested communities of drugs and guns thats brought in by the government So before I move a pack o pull a trigga just tryna win I'm already guilty, 'until proven innocent' Ain't dat a ***** The days as slaves and Jim Crow's segregated ways have passed, Dey sayin' But I only see it disguised now as a 'color blind' racial caste system Crooked politicians and sellouts oppressing dey own kin In the 'pursuit of happiness' They're privatising prisons for capital Mass incarceration How could another life be property? With a loss of civil rights, even after release Take it ha you wona I'm anti-colonialism Everywhere the 'Albino' go he **** the land and oppress the people
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US President Trump declared Jerusalem to be the capital of Israel. How brazen. He dare not hide his allegiance with thugs, war criminals, terrorists, thieves, heartless creatures, shall I go on. He corrupt enough to give ownership of a capital rightfully belonging to Palestine to blood thirsty Zionists. People all over the world protesting, demonstrating, showing their resistance to Trump's nonsense for more than a week now. Most of the protests reactionary. Although the protests are purposeful and necessary, ongoing consistent proactive resistance is what is needed. Regretfully is what is lacking. Keffiyah, donned by many following Trump's wicked declaration. The garment of solidarity with an oppressed land and oppressed people & a resistance to ongoing Zionist colonialism & criminality. Buy One, Wear One, Speak up with One. Educate with One. Avoid being reactionary with One. Be proactive with One.   Long live Al-Quds. Long live Palestine. May God always protect the Holy Land. by Najwa Kareem
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Dec 17, 2017
Dec 17, 2017 at 11:35 AM UTC
najwa-kareem
Palestine: (Al-Quds) Jerusalem, Worldwide Protests & the wearing of Keffiyeh/Kufiya
US President Trump declared Jerusalem to be the capital of Israel. How brazen. He dare not hide his allegiance with thugs, war criminals, terrorists, thieves, heartless creatures, shall I go on. He corrupt enough to give ownership of a capital rightfully belonging to Palestine to blood thirsty Zionists. People all over the world protesting, demonstrating, showing their resistance to Trump's nonsense for more than a week now. Most of the protests reactionary. Although the protests are purposeful and necessary, ongoing consistent proactive resistance is what is needed. Regretfully is what is lacking. Keffiyah, donned by many following Trump's wicked declaration. The garment of solidarity with an oppressed land and oppressed people & a resistance to ongoing Zionist colonialism & criminality. Buy One, Wear One, Speak up with One. Educate with One. Avoid being reactionary with One. Be proactive with One.   Long live Al-Quds. Long live Palestine. May God always protect the Holy Land. by Najwa Kareem
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With my hands, I want to erase 500 years of colonialism off your flesh. With my lips, I want to placate your christian guilt and burn away your evangelic shame. With my words, I want to travel through your mind spreading a new gospel of love. All in all: I want you to become your own savior breaking tradition in little pieces and rising in passion as a whole until you can touch the moon without having to be crucified. I want you to leave me if that's part of your liberation. It is imperialism and not god that they worship. Being touched by the holy spirit as they turn deaf to the cries of children in Iraq... and on top of that calling the poor woman of color who just had an abortion a murderer. (meanwhile their pastors and priests **** children nonstop.) Begging for donations to build the next temple as people in intervention torn countries die of hunger (all of this while Bill Gates and Carlos Slim become richer.)
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Jan 19, 2014
Jan 19, 2014 at 3:28 AM UTC
xuanito-de-la-puente
evangelic shame
With my hands, I want to erase 500 years of colonialism off your flesh. With my lips, I want to placate your christian guilt and burn away your evangelic shame. With my words, I want to travel through your mind spreading a new gospel of love. All in all: I want you to become your own savior breaking tradition in little pieces and rising in passion as a whole until you can touch the moon without having to be crucified. I want you to leave me if that's part of your liberation. It is imperialism and not god that they worship. Being touched by the holy spirit as they turn deaf to the cries of children in Iraq... and on top of that calling the poor woman of color who just had an abortion a murderer. (meanwhile their pastors and priests **** children nonstop.) Begging for donations to build the next temple as people in intervention torn countries die of hunger (all of this while Bill Gates and Carlos Slim become richer.)
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6/21/2018 The night is alive with possibility The suspense is killing me Lightning strikes a pose And thunder comes to me deeply Seeping through atmosphere Home is here Home is where a gaze holds you safe and a shoulder keeps you steadfast Cognitive dissonance I cannot live with this policy ripping through my arteries, this image won’t stop coming to me A 9-months old baby In an orange jumpsuit In a cage in a city Unclaimed, unwritten, undocumented, unforgiven for the sins of colonialism Unforgivable Where were you when ****** branded the Jews? Then you are accountable too
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Jun 21, 2018
Jun 21, 2018 at 10:39 PM UTC
cade-brown
Cognitive Dissonance
6/21/2018 The night is alive with possibility The suspense is killing me Lightning strikes a pose And thunder comes to me deeply Seeping through atmosphere Home is here Home is where a gaze holds you safe and a shoulder keeps you steadfast Cognitive dissonance I cannot live with this policy ripping through my arteries, this image won’t stop coming to me A 9-months old baby In an orange jumpsuit In a cage in a city Unclaimed, unwritten, undocumented, unforgiven for the sins of colonialism Unforgivable Where were you when ****** branded the Jews? Then you are accountable too
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and the myth goes along the lines - had i but the eyes to spot a silver spoon - there chimed a magpie in the the night, a cackle compared with the rhapsodic crow call to wake up Barbarossa... the cackle and the literary laugh... there she was, with the Kraken - she was there bewildered to sing a song, sroka among the magpie calls to tell tales of silenced lightning without thunder..... shamanic in the extreme: what a strange nationalism being born with extracts of a former colonialism in Ukraine - lost, forgotten, and a brief testament to Israel - do i feel any pride? perhaps i should... i better myself in the word spoken: sroka is above magpie - the serenity of the sharpened consonants, the flight to become werewolf legend - sroka, or magpie - as a language there are some offences - which cannot translate, but merely tarnish... s and r are two consonants that out-perform stress / authenticity when m and g are used... the tongue is more important than the breath, counter the metaphysical greek breath that's known as psyche: i.e. γλωßα - to treat the tongue akin to the mind, and soul as the authenticity of the verb thought: when all organs automate, akin to the kidneys dialysis. yes, sroka / magpie... crow / kruk / crux or the shadow of Golgotha... toward us: the darkened hour... to gloss over - to speak a phrase in demand - sire *** qua non byzantine sprechen.
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Oct 16, 2016
Oct 16, 2016 at 7:28 PM UTC
removed.polaroid-scrabble
chime sroka (magpie)
and the myth goes along the lines - had i but the eyes to spot a silver spoon - there chimed a magpie in the the night, a cackle compared with the rhapsodic crow call to wake up Barbarossa... the cackle and the literary laugh... there she was, with the Kraken - she was there bewildered to sing a song, sroka among the magpie calls to tell tales of silenced lightning without thunder..... shamanic in the extreme: what a strange nationalism being born with extracts of a former colonialism in Ukraine - lost, forgotten, and a brief testament to Israel - do i feel any pride? perhaps i should... i better myself in the word spoken: sroka is above magpie - the serenity of the sharpened consonants, the flight to become werewolf legend - sroka, or magpie - as a language there are some offences - which cannot translate, but merely tarnish... s and r are two consonants that out-perform stress / authenticity when m and g are used... the tongue is more important than the breath, counter the metaphysical greek breath that's known as psyche: i.e. γλωßα - to treat the tongue akin to the mind, and soul as the authenticity of the verb thought: when all organs automate, akin to the kidneys dialysis. yes, sroka / magpie... crow / kruk / crux or the shadow of Golgotha... toward us: the darkened hour... to gloss over - to speak a phrase in demand - sire *** qua non byzantine sprechen.
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Alexander K Opicho (Eldoret, Kenya;[email protected]) I love life, because in living you get all problems I love eating because you can constipate if you eat a lot, I love women because they reduce pocket giants to beggars, I love children because they instill economic tension to parents, I love trees because green snakes derive poison from them, I love poor people because their life is pure experiment, I love rich people because they snobbishly love themselves I love motor vehicles because they depreciate in a decade, I love Americans because they have drones for Gaddafi, I love Americans because they know nothing beyond their borders, I love the British because they have a monarch in their democracy, I love Europeans because they were perfect in colonialism, I love Africans because they are natural stooges, but very showy I love the Chinese because they are all short, young and commutalists, I love the Catholic Church because it has liberal piety, I love Muslims because they are not intellectually tolerant to Rushdie, I love young girls because they rarely sense danger, I love Germans because they made a beetle car; Volkswagen, I love the Japanese for honesty; they declared me Shinto of poetry, I love my wife for her spendthrift culture I love my son for his disgust of school and books, I love myself for being a poetic rapscallion, I love everything for in love you display your folly, I love music, wine and money; they expose you to the robbers I love short people for their mediocrous thought pattern I love tall women; they are dull, honesty and rarely divorce, I love English hunchbacks for they are famed for being erotically strong.
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Mar 14, 2014
Mar 14, 2014 at 6:50 AM UTC
alexander-k-opicho
I LOVE
Alexander K Opicho (Eldoret, Kenya;[email protected]) I love life, because in living you get all problems I love eating because you can constipate if you eat a lot, I love women because they reduce pocket giants to beggars, I love children because they instill economic tension to parents, I love trees because green snakes derive poison from them, I love poor people because their life is pure experiment, I love rich people because they snobbishly love themselves I love motor vehicles because they depreciate in a decade, I love Americans because they have drones for Gaddafi, I love Americans because they know nothing beyond their borders, I love the British because they have a monarch in their democracy, I love Europeans because they were perfect in colonialism, I love Africans because they are natural stooges, but very showy I love the Chinese because they are all short, young and commutalists, I love the Catholic Church because it has liberal piety, I love Muslims because they are not intellectually tolerant to Rushdie, I love young girls because they rarely sense danger, I love Germans because they made a beetle car; Volkswagen, I love the Japanese for honesty; they declared me Shinto of poetry, I love my wife for her spendthrift culture I love my son for his disgust of school and books, I love myself for being a poetic rapscallion, I love everything for in love you display your folly, I love music, wine and money; they expose you to the robbers I love short people for their mediocrous thought pattern I love tall women; they are dull, honesty and rarely divorce, I love English hunchbacks for they are famed for being erotically strong.
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My blood is marked by genocide on the two sides of these Atlantic lines My fate was sealed with the blood stains of cotton workers from Marash slaughtered by the ottoman and the mixed blood of conquerors and massacred of masters and estranged slaves The rot of colonialism lurks underneath our 15 second democracy My eyes were numbed by what I hadn´t seen after the ***** war was over after the bowels of the Earth had vomited bones in Uruguay lifeless infant mummies in the soft heart of Africa after the tide brought in the loot of generals, green men of power and no shame My past was carved with knives on children´s bones in the mountains of Leninakan with hanged peasants on the slopes of Ararat My human pride was dumped in Rio de la Plata one summer night in a death flight that time when I had learnt to sing before I grasped the word The word was born from the colonial rot under our soil and under Africa The word was black and cast a deadly storm before the sun The word was Genocide
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Nov 23, 2009
Nov 23, 2009 at 3:12 AM UTC
veronica-pamoukaghlian
The Word (New York, April 2006)
My blood is marked by genocide on the two sides of these Atlantic lines My fate was sealed with the blood stains of cotton workers from Marash slaughtered by the ottoman and the mixed blood of conquerors and massacred of masters and estranged slaves The rot of colonialism lurks underneath our 15 second democracy My eyes were numbed by what I hadn´t seen after the ***** war was over after the bowels of the Earth had vomited bones in Uruguay lifeless infant mummies in the soft heart of Africa after the tide brought in the loot of generals, green men of power and no shame My past was carved with knives on children´s bones in the mountains of Leninakan with hanged peasants on the slopes of Ararat My human pride was dumped in Rio de la Plata one summer night in a death flight that time when I had learnt to sing before I grasped the word The word was born from the colonial rot under our soil and under Africa The word was black and cast a deadly storm before the sun The word was Genocide
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Just a few thoughts. Whilst colonialism by waring nations have steadily decreased across the globe. (((Or until the next euro-war kicks off))) Corporate colonialism has steadily increased, seizing power in society, using it's social and economic influence to extract resources; with little or no concern for the worlds fellow inhabitants. That's because corporate colonial power has no stake, or little compassion for the welfare of indigenous populations or local economy's; over resources. The super elite are so detached from reality, that they literally live in Alyssum; requiring just a small workforce and an army to realise production or the acquisition of global assets. Our worlds leaders seemingly avoid all the negative consequences of their complicity in return for there compliance. The welfare of the surplus population, especially those too young, or too old to work is unprofitable; and as such, is poorly funded, just enough to pacify the masses and stave off civil-unrest. Globally there is a constant and gradual increase in funding pharmaceutical, mining and military sectors, with the support of the media machine; and a gradual decline in funding environmental schemes, health, and education.  (There may be big trouble ahead)
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Jun 6, 2021
Jun 6, 2021 at 9:14 AM UTC
Purcy
How does corporate colonialism help you?
Just a few thoughts. Whilst colonialism by waring nations have steadily decreased across the globe. (((Or until the next euro-war kicks off))) Corporate colonialism has steadily increased, seizing power in society, using it's social and economic influence to extract resources; with little or no concern for the worlds fellow inhabitants. That's because corporate colonial power has no stake, or little compassion for the welfare of indigenous populations or local economy's; over resources. The super elite are so detached from reality, that they literally live in Alyssum; requiring just a small workforce and an army to realise production or the acquisition of global assets. Our worlds leaders seemingly avoid all the negative consequences of their complicity in return for there compliance. The welfare of the surplus population, especially those too young, or too old to work is unprofitable; and as such, is poorly funded, just enough to pacify the masses and stave off civil-unrest. Globally there is a constant and gradual increase in funding pharmaceutical, mining and military sectors, with the support of the media machine; and a gradual decline in funding environmental schemes, health, and education.  (There may be big trouble ahead)
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i mean, who the hell needs an individualised orchestra? Mozart doesn't, Beethoven doesn't, Chopin and Liszt is all piano so never mind the punk renegade violinist... how the Indians or the Chinese orchestrated a population of a billion is staggering, western powers ********** blanks by comparison, it's like a body and a virus, translated with optometry the way we say things, Sanskrit or the Beijing Ouija - looking at it is like ingesting the Swiss champagne miracle - nausea or alternatively lysergia - it's ******* me up acquiring this tongue given the history of celebrated colonialism - proof of the Hackney populace being solely Caribbean - what a desecrate groundwork to begin with, maybe Irish maybe Scout maybe Scot, on the word of honour dynamic pledging conveniences with the Vatican - look no further, we're naturalised sadists, football matches and the sickbed eventualists rather than evangelists, former nonsense reductionistists... so they preached their Darwinism exactly against the theologically roundabout of the pyramids and the celestial intervention - but expected nil barbarism... kingly kindness was at least the expected norm, but if you preach Darwinism you'll hardly convene on kindness as the standard norm of expression - track 12 of the beach boys' pet sounds is elevator music, i'll be honest... pop music drama of the band... you never hear of it with orchestras; the point of genius: you're not really there, absentee, you do the sacrifice, and make others make the dough for the bread that's a house and a family of four, e.g; and just by petting cats i learned that all animals, petted or wild, are naturally / intrinsically autistic.
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Jun 17, 2016
Jun 17, 2016 at 1:21 PM UTC
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i mean, who the hell needs an individualised orchestra? Mozart doesn't, Beethoven doesn't, Chopin and Liszt is all piano so never mind the punk renegade violinist... how the Indians or the Chinese orchestrated a population of a billion is staggering, western powers ********** blanks by comparison, it's like a body and a virus, translated with optometry the way we say things, Sanskrit or the Beijing Ouija - looking at it is like ingesting the Swiss champagne miracle - nausea or alternatively lysergia - it's ******* me up acquiring this tongue given the history of celebrated colonialism - proof of the Hackney populace being solely Caribbean - what a desecrate groundwork to begin with, maybe Irish maybe Scout maybe Scot, on the word of honour dynamic pledging conveniences with the Vatican - look no further, we're naturalised sadists, football matches and the sickbed eventualists rather than evangelists, former nonsense reductionistists... so they preached their Darwinism exactly against the theologically roundabout of the pyramids and the celestial intervention - but expected nil barbarism... kingly kindness was at least the expected norm, but if you preach Darwinism you'll hardly convene on kindness as the standard norm of expression - track 12 of the beach boys' pet sounds is elevator music, i'll be honest... pop music drama of the band... you never hear of it with orchestras; the point of genius: you're not really there, absentee, you do the sacrifice, and make others make the dough for the bread that's a house and a family of four, e.g; and just by petting cats i learned that all animals, petted or wild, are naturally / intrinsically autistic.
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