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The globalization   Once thought to be an important aspect To connect the world To diverse the world Has been only a part success And of course, a success to be In a way people are connected In the enchanting world of ours Rising the common world consciousness Rising and rising and rising A day by day and day The knowledge domain, a gigantic trip Profoundly majestic experience uplifting people Remarkably All over the world diminishing the differences Differences humans suppose to believe Differences that drew humanity backwards The differences mostly set by identitities Identities in terms of nationality In terms of religion, caste and creed As we observe, differences softening them boundaries A good thing as seen Manifested due to globalization Only possible due to global reach Just possible due to connection in large scale Diminishing are those differences as they don’t fit Don't fit to the consciousness of the world To the rising consciousness of the world now More the fire it sets the plank to burn faster Happening for good for sure, I believe On the contrary differences too In the verse of diminishing the truth It contradicts the positivity As see in the world today is extremism Yes extremism happens to exist If it exists for a long period A whole long period of time In the years to come Is definately calling for absurdity Which humans may not want to percieve The adversities of the impact of globalization Leading a chance for the high level corporates To the world to have access to the marketplace All over the world Leading to a state of consumerism To the people People becoming more and more consumers They are being brainwashed For them to buy goods That global industries produce People are running after the products ****** consumers ****** sheeps Those multinationals And shark headed corporates Are producing and manufacturing The high headed corporates The pigs are manipulating Are brainwashing people The sheeps are diverted towards it The people The only agenda is to gain more And more profit only By making the people slaves of themselves And slaves of their products And believe it Coke and Pepsi may be Right hand and a left hand But the Coke and Pepsi both are the same The very debate which is better is Helping the corporates to sale By making their brains washed away Consumers Sheeps Brainwashed In a sense they are enjoying The debate they argue upon And they are unaware And they are manipulated Knowingly and unknowingly More often knowingly ****** sheep slaves Another adjoining thing most of the governments in the world Are being run by the aid Of the corporates Only have a selfish agenda And strategy to sale Products, thoughts and  philosophy More and more and more ****** pigs Brainwashing minds of the people The sheeps Having a streak of global consumerism Selfish bunch of pigs And the brainwashed sheeps Say hell ya F***king hell ya F***k off Get out'a here ****** freaks Pigs and Sheeps
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Jan 29, 2019
Jan 29, 2019 at 11:01 AM UTC
Pigs and Sheeps
The globalization   Once thought to be an important aspect To connect the world To diverse the world Has been only a part success And of course, a success to be In a way people are connected In the enchanting world of ours Rising the common world consciousness Rising and rising and rising A day by day and day The knowledge domain, a gigantic trip Profoundly majestic experience uplifting people Remarkably All over the world diminishing the differences Differences humans suppose to believe Differences that drew humanity backwards The differences mostly set by identitities Identities in terms of nationality In terms of religion, caste and creed As we observe, differences softening them boundaries A good thing as seen Manifested due to globalization Only possible due to global reach Just possible due to connection in large scale Diminishing are those differences as they don’t fit Don't fit to the consciousness of the world To the rising consciousness of the world now More the fire it sets the plank to burn faster Happening for good for sure, I believe On the contrary differences too In the verse of diminishing the truth It contradicts the positivity As see in the world today is extremism Yes extremism happens to exist If it exists for a long period A whole long period of time In the years to come Is definately calling for absurdity Which humans may not want to percieve The adversities of the impact of globalization Leading a chance for the high level corporates To the world to have access to the marketplace All over the world Leading to a state of consumerism To the people People becoming more and more consumers They are being brainwashed For them to buy goods That global industries produce People are running after the products ****** consumers ****** sheeps Those multinationals And shark headed corporates Are producing and manufacturing The high headed corporates The pigs are manipulating Are brainwashing people The sheeps are diverted towards it The people The only agenda is to gain more And more profit only By making the people slaves of themselves And slaves of their products And believe it Coke and Pepsi may be Right hand and a left hand But the Coke and Pepsi both are the same The very debate which is better is Helping the corporates to sale By making their brains washed away Consumers Sheeps Brainwashed In a sense they are enjoying The debate they argue upon And they are unaware And they are manipulated Knowingly and unknowingly More often knowingly ****** sheep slaves Another adjoining thing most of the governments in the world Are being run by the aid Of the corporates Only have a selfish agenda And strategy to sale Products, thoughts and  philosophy More and more and more ****** pigs Brainwashing minds of the people The sheeps Having a streak of global consumerism Selfish bunch of pigs And the brainwashed sheeps Say hell ya F***king hell ya F***k off Get out'a here ****** freaks Pigs and Sheeps
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I am from Canada drinking Guatemalan coffee in a Belgian cafe established by Americans.
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Mar 30, 2013
Mar 30, 2013 at 4:06 PM UTC
globalization
Trade,Globalization,Terrorism and Corruption What's the difference? Each of us look at the world with open eyes yet with closed minds. We see the structures of society right before us yet we can do nothing to alter its existence Marxism, Liberalism, Elitism, lenses that see a point but not the whole picture The age of politics is over, the market comes to be our master I know some might argue over me in this, but hear me out still. The world we live in is like a senseless commodity Our natural resources is taken every day To create excess cars, excess food, excess everything The surplus is too much that its overflowing with decay Another thing is war, A place where precious lives are seen to be walking bags of meat. The preach for violence that could've created peace, and for what ? To protect the free world? where the rich sit in high places and some of us pushed down to supply their greed Globalization is a license, a license to what? A license to **** a license to invade other states without the use of soldiers to force out our will We become docile as people in their wake and companies are laughing as we speak. These corrupt figures ,conflict is their business, opportunity and peace is their excuse. Human integration is what they say and offer, for a better society they say. But look at us now, where is the promise of a future in the world today? The world terrorizes me, terrorizes the people who are willing to see and if I am in terror, what makes the system different from the loud bombs we hear when they explode. They only made ways to make the killings silent and the experience more traumatic. I'm sorry if globalization is a bad thing for me, but living in our country, globalization harms before it can give it takes before we can receive.
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Apr 28, 2018
Apr 28, 2018 at 12:20 PM UTC
Globalization
Trade,Globalization,Terrorism and Corruption What's the difference? Each of us look at the world with open eyes yet with closed minds. We see the structures of society right before us yet we can do nothing to alter its existence Marxism, Liberalism, Elitism, lenses that see a point but not the whole picture The age of politics is over, the market comes to be our master I know some might argue over me in this, but hear me out still. The world we live in is like a senseless commodity Our natural resources is taken every day To create excess cars, excess food, excess everything The surplus is too much that its overflowing with decay Another thing is war, A place where precious lives are seen to be walking bags of meat. The preach for violence that could've created peace, and for what ? To protect the free world? where the rich sit in high places and some of us pushed down to supply their greed Globalization is a license, a license to what? A license to **** a license to invade other states without the use of soldiers to force out our will We become docile as people in their wake and companies are laughing as we speak. These corrupt figures ,conflict is their business, opportunity and peace is their excuse. Human integration is what they say and offer, for a better society they say. But look at us now, where is the promise of a future in the world today? The world terrorizes me, terrorizes the people who are willing to see and if I am in terror, what makes the system different from the loud bombs we hear when they explode. They only made ways to make the killings silent and the experience more traumatic. I'm sorry if globalization is a bad thing for me, but living in our country, globalization harms before it can give it takes before we can receive.
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“Ask me about my patches” Was written in Sharpie on a piece of cardboard hung by string and Duck tape from his backpack. I didn’t dare ask. I was late. The image of hipster: gauged ears, lip and nose pierced, cut-off jacket vest, tight black jeans, —and patches. I didn’t dare ask him. But I was forced to read the large one sewn across his back. That’s when I realized my first judgment was wrong. Not an image: he was a force, his patches his power. That was all just a glance, just a memory of a patch of the face of a woman with streaked black hair, a tear? its fading... but the words won’t. The words that I won’t tell; the words that carry with them the power of the history of man. Not of humans, of man: man who has ruled this world, man who has buried mother earth (alive) deep inside herself. Who pinned her down and penetrated all orifices— inserting, and removing and inseminating; making her pregnant with ******** Man—men—when did we do this? Who was the first among us to realize his superior strength? I don’t dare ask because I am not ready for the answer. I am not ready to ask myself the questions that I feel but don’t know. I realize when I pass someone on the street, I don’t know anything—every woman I see at night has a past, every man and every child. I don’t know any of it. But, I do know some about the history of man.
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Feb 22, 2013
Feb 22, 2013 at 4:55 PM UTC
HST 123: Empires and Globalization
I feel worried that there has been such a long stretch of time without reward seeking behavior that the part of my brain which handles motivation is now a cold plate of hamburger By this stage in a man's life, should he not seek another's company? I don't chill as I did during the time my mind still was soft and simple I've grown into melancholy, though many memories ago I'd desired socialization There is globalization; I feel alone, I've bathed, I'm soaked in isolation I set out two years ago to be sure that I learn before I continue to live, my reasoning suggested that this action shall produce enormous benefit and my self-esteem was gleaming hot & sensually satisfied This I learned at 21 was not just for women But for the wise whom admit they need it I shall try to smile more, perhaps my brain does not know what reward is I will fool my brain into happiness, you'll see With a new mindful world these words will be continued
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Jan 30, 2013
Jan 30, 2013 at 4:35 PM UTC
melancholy
Precarious Life Migration in the Age of Globalization Various Strife Cessation in the wage of translation Starvation in our under age narration Is opportunity worth the cost Bifurcation of our to be nations Will we make it across Vicariously rife Location of our permanent vacation Hilarious fife Hesitation in the living wage stagnation Resignation of our own home nation Will anything become lost Frustration in this age of relocation Will we make it across Gregarious life Migration in the age of inflation Precarious Life Stagflation been gauged with low expectations Automation when we enrage damnation It shall be worth the cost Fixation on a whole new acclimation Will we make it across
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Nov 2, 2014
Nov 2, 2014 at 2:46 PM UTC
2. Ballade
Mankind began as a troop animal. Living amongst its own kind. Stepping out of the trees onto the Savanna. Mankind became a wander, small family bands bound by blood. Millenia past, mankind developed farming and the wanderer settled down. Small wandering groups became small farming villages. Small farming villages became larger farming villages, then small towns. Small towns became larger towns inhabited by hundreds. Larger towns grew to small cities inhabited by thousands. Agriculture and technology developed to sustain and enhance such growth. Cities evolved into city states, then becoming small countries inhabited by hundreds of thousands. Finally today we have countries inhabited by hundreds of millions. All along this path battles and wars, killing millions along the way, till today we have weapons that can wipe out us all. The salvation of mankind and the natural progression of things is global organization, global integration. The globe is being wired with its own global neural net, a global brain if you will. One world controlling itself. One world that will not nuke itself! The salvation of us all.
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Dec 2, 2016
Dec 2, 2016 at 8:17 AM UTC
Globalization
This little man that I know with money in his sockets and routine in his pockets has self proclaimed that he is a tight *** When I envision a *** such as this, I imagine a bundle -- of securely aggregated, perfectly sharpened number two pencils. The businessman just shy of adulthood and too tired to remember –even the beginning of his of disclosure, denied his struggle to acclimate a multifarious lifestyle, appropriately suggested in the form of a triangle, and a circle, both of which embody polar opposing adaptations of humanistic routine. The two shapes: The circle, denies the break in motion by imposing a constant cycle of diligent compression, there is no room for pause only steady flow and relentless drive. This influence of life impression slows down the heart, body, and soul while speeding up time. This particular commitment accommodates the dry colorless beings that embrace and accept boxed imprisonment. Traditionally, the triangle denotes rhythmic patterns that elevate and drop to a point in which imposes a healthy reflective pause: progression, reflection, balance. As stated, as a provincial approach, a regular triangle flat on its base, peaking at the top represents a healthy, solid life routine. In contrast, the triangle can be flipped upside-down introducing an entirely new dynamic, composed of flat-lined monotony, tapered off to a regressed realm of destruction, regret and disorder. Despite the uniqueness of the standard triangle model to the man in question, it is important to compare the negative reflection, for it applies to the entirety of this investigation. We used to be lovers, he and I. We shared my giant pillow-top that I bought on the black market for a meager two-hundred fifty. -- A mere steal at that rate. We occasionally exchanged ideas, mainly about ethical concerns related to globalization and the environment. I attempted to give him a cooking lesson once, but that failed, indefinitely. The bust was not my doing, but simply, a great disinterest on his part; or better yet an inability of not being better than me at something. Everything has gotten so crowded.
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Jan 18, 2010
Jan 18, 2010 at 1:17 AM UTC
something that happens.
This little man that I know with money in his sockets and routine in his pockets has self proclaimed that he is a tight *** When I envision a *** such as this, I imagine a bundle -- of securely aggregated, perfectly sharpened number two pencils. The businessman just shy of adulthood and too tired to remember –even the beginning of his of disclosure, denied his struggle to acclimate a multifarious lifestyle, appropriately suggested in the form of a triangle, and a circle, both of which embody polar opposing adaptations of humanistic routine. The two shapes: The circle, denies the break in motion by imposing a constant cycle of diligent compression, there is no room for pause only steady flow and relentless drive. This influence of life impression slows down the heart, body, and soul while speeding up time. This particular commitment accommodates the dry colorless beings that embrace and accept boxed imprisonment. Traditionally, the triangle denotes rhythmic patterns that elevate and drop to a point in which imposes a healthy reflective pause: progression, reflection, balance. As stated, as a provincial approach, a regular triangle flat on its base, peaking at the top represents a healthy, solid life routine. In contrast, the triangle can be flipped upside-down introducing an entirely new dynamic, composed of flat-lined monotony, tapered off to a regressed realm of destruction, regret and disorder. Despite the uniqueness of the standard triangle model to the man in question, it is important to compare the negative reflection, for it applies to the entirety of this investigation. We used to be lovers, he and I. We shared my giant pillow-top that I bought on the black market for a meager two-hundred fifty. -- A mere steal at that rate. We occasionally exchanged ideas, mainly about ethical concerns related to globalization and the environment. I attempted to give him a cooking lesson once, but that failed, indefinitely. The bust was not my doing, but simply, a great disinterest on his part; or better yet an inability of not being better than me at something. Everything has gotten so crowded.
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*Enculturation Our sad indoctrination Globalization*
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Jun 26, 2010
Jun 26, 2010 at 12:55 AM UTC
Suffer
Globalization Those feeding-cleaving-eating Enculturation .
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Jun 23, 2010
Jun 23, 2010 at 1:16 AM UTC
the Guilty
At a Zen temple I chanted and blended in with the Sangha as though we were all one being with one voice, so another time I decided to stand out as an individual and chant in my own way, and then another time I couldn't keep up with the group singing and was kind of left out of it, so the world is one world with one heart and one love as I just read in another poem, but this brings up love and fear as some think about the human family while others think about One World Government, and some think about imagining one world at peace while others think about Business Globalization, so I think this is life and we should embrace whatever comes because whatever will come and I try to approach this one world with fearlessness and equanimity.
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Nov 14, 2011
Nov 14, 2011 at 6:24 AM UTC
One World?
Reconstituting globalization to re-imagine democracy. By throwing out scale we the economizers are forced to turn into misers and the satisfisers might rid themselves of their pacifiers. It's all about story and consuming someone else's turns you into an actor, an automaton. Was it prescribed? Were you imbibed? Then you are impaled on an un-truth and living out a script that is not your own. Time to get ruthless and cut those strings that lead us to, plead us to buy, buy, buy (and cry, cry, cry). Of course, we might find a guru to lead us to promises of promised lands but this ain't the way to Yahweh Unlock the path that lies within. I'm talking 'bout multi-spectrum bridges resonating in frequencies that ring true for you: this is the story of Power Geometry re-constituted
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Nov 17, 2014
Nov 17, 2014 at 8:33 PM UTC
Power Geometry
Before we were Christians, Muslims, Jews, Hindus, Sikhs, we were all human. The funny thing is that we still are We have just forgotten it... We are all human, regardless of religion and race If you can't accept this simple concept even say good bye to globalization and internalization and be in your comfort zone... safe and sound...
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Jun 26, 2013
Jun 26, 2013 at 12:21 PM UTC
Aren't we all human?
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Dec 3, 2015
Dec 3, 2015 at 9:23 AM UTC
Globalization
As the worlds gets smaller these days, The distance grows. As life is being made easier, Why do the feelings get harder? Why is it that when we look at each other, That the the eyes are not the thing we look at? What is progression if regression is it's consequence?
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Sep 8, 2019
Sep 8, 2019 at 2:15 PM UTC
Globalization
bowling pin serenity   white and controlled everyone loves the separatism as it is encouraged and propagated revolution as a fad for **** right to buy, die, fry, and try skin-color guarantee Paul Mooney, “complection for protection” meaning my pigment protects me from what…. I experience the loss of loved ones to cancer and illness I suffer years of addiction and the lasting effects of liver damage I am poor, was raised in poverty my skin means nothing to the bill collectors or the tax man or the capitalist system do I not suffer the slow poisoning of industrialization of globalization infection rejection …… We all sit as slaves in this new America I just happen to be in the front of the bus
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Mar 12, 2014
Mar 12, 2014 at 12:32 PM UTC
Human Race-ism
I simply cannot wait, until the internet turns public favor against religion. In its place, the medium that enables globalization will exalt science. We will not fear being wrong. Instead, we will embrace skeptical thinking, and live according to a collective consensus that is based in truth, and not in fear. The problem lies not with your personal connection to the cosmos, but with the established doctrine orchestrated by the elite. Parables and allegory twisted by the desperation of power hungry men. Stories that offer reasonable moral lessons, but are mistakenly perceived to be literal truth. Religion continues to justify acts of prejudice and violence, in the name of storybook characters. We must rise above our iron age fairy tales. Heed the positive lessons, relinquish our fear of death, and learn to exist with an open mind. Survival depends not on who is the strongest or who has the best story, but rather upon a species willingness and capacity to adapt and modify their behavior. Science is our tool. It can save us from ourselves. It is a collective enterprise based upon critical analysis and the constant pursuit of the cold, hard truth. We should not fear what we discover. For knowledge can be spiritually fulfilling. The real beauty of truth based upon empirical evidence, is that even if you do not want to believe it, it remains true.
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Jan 7, 2014
Jan 7, 2014 at 3:20 AM UTC
One Day
I am the product of lost civilization; hanging in between circles  of  modernization ; who tells Whether its rising or setting of sun  or globalization The era of bindis Or glamorization Of going to Pubs or piligrimization Of  mothers going to kitty parties   and  of socialization Of works of Picasso's     Or hussainization Of  belief of gods Or Sensationalization Of act of democracy Or  just rationalization Of laws of science Or limitization Of acts of defiance Or patronization Of loss of love                         Or dehumanization Of views of people Or individualization
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Aug 18, 2016
Aug 18, 2016 at 1:26 PM UTC
Product
I've done a lot of things I'm not proud of but I can't be tied to those forever so people forgive and forget I try to forget but still feel bad and I know there are still sore subjects that I should be sensitive about. Scrolling through Reddit I see a post of Māori students at an airport greeting their returning teacher with a traditional Māori war dance which was an admittedly sweet gesture but something didn't sit right with me. I wondered why the students greeting their teacher had to do so through a display of militaristic nationalism I wondered if that was the last dance the Moriori people saw before the Māori genocided them for their resources I wondered if the Māori danced like that as they ***** murdered, and cannibalized the Moriori. Wondering all of this made me ask myself: Why did they have to greet their teacher like that? The students wanted to make a big gesture which dancing is perfect for but dancing can also be vulnerable and embarrassing because people may mock how you express yourself but strangers at the airport are less likely to laugh at you if you're doing a synchronized dance with a group of people and the dancing is recognizably tied to national identity because then it's a culturally rich dance you're a xenophobe for laughing at and that's what nationalism is: strength in numbers and a readymade identity in lieu of an individual personality oftentimes for the sake of pistanthrophobia. So as I read the circlejerking comments on the post I wondered what the difference is between a Māori war dance and a **** salute I guess the Māori people have experienced more oppression than Nazis but nationalism is nationalism and those who have oppressed are oppressors and many who are oppressed would gladly be oppressors given the chance. Nationalism isn't healthy for culture and often isolates people from other cultures that are all combining due to globalization which people fight to preserve their little dances and costumes so we can stay in eternal conflict over delusions of supremacy when the only nationality should be a global one.
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Aug 28, 2022
Aug 28, 2022 at 8:41 PM UTC
Nationalism
I've done a lot of things I'm not proud of but I can't be tied to those forever so people forgive and forget I try to forget but still feel bad and I know there are still sore subjects that I should be sensitive about. Scrolling through Reddit I see a post of Māori students at an airport greeting their returning teacher with a traditional Māori war dance which was an admittedly sweet gesture but something didn't sit right with me. I wondered why the students greeting their teacher had to do so through a display of militaristic nationalism I wondered if that was the last dance the Moriori people saw before the Māori genocided them for their resources I wondered if the Māori danced like that as they ***** murdered, and cannibalized the Moriori. Wondering all of this made me ask myself: Why did they have to greet their teacher like that? The students wanted to make a big gesture which dancing is perfect for but dancing can also be vulnerable and embarrassing because people may mock how you express yourself but strangers at the airport are less likely to laugh at you if you're doing a synchronized dance with a group of people and the dancing is recognizably tied to national identity because then it's a culturally rich dance you're a xenophobe for laughing at and that's what nationalism is: strength in numbers and a readymade identity in lieu of an individual personality oftentimes for the sake of pistanthrophobia. So as I read the circlejerking comments on the post I wondered what the difference is between a Māori war dance and a **** salute I guess the Māori people have experienced more oppression than Nazis but nationalism is nationalism and those who have oppressed are oppressors and many who are oppressed would gladly be oppressors given the chance. Nationalism isn't healthy for culture and often isolates people from other cultures that are all combining due to globalization which people fight to preserve their little dances and costumes so we can stay in eternal conflict over delusions of supremacy when the only nationality should be a global one.
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vanishing hope for consumption as a way of life obese children shovel pharmaceuticals down the throats of the infirm internally developing low-tone hymns relating to slow death by corporate greed – albino judicators pass melanin laws felonizing the populace perpetuating the proletariat while pontificating on the post 9/11 society – isolated rabble-rousers screaming at eggshell walls dislodge tacks holding together the fabric of American culture with ingrown and chewed fingernails flailing armies think back to trench warfare – robust midwives mediate heated discussions as the United Nations blindly support U.S. imperialism looking for kickbacks from energy companies globalization giving all humanity incurable S.T.D.’s – the last free house mouse bounds betwixt the ruins energetically sniffing the rubble seeking some small morsel to satisfy its hunger –
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Sep 23, 2015
Sep 23, 2015 at 12:49 PM UTC
dinner bell
Change, the word which makes us new Rarely fond of me or you Of all the variance Soon to come into view Some will greatly challenge you Infinite possibility lies in wait Never straying Greatness awaits Beyond oceans and walls Obstructing our view Resides a world Daring and new Endless unknowns beckon Requesting more than has ever before Something large and yet untoward (Precarious(Life(and(Migration in(the(Age(of(Globalization
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Nov 2, 2014
Nov 2, 2014 at 2:09 PM UTC
1. Acrostic
train to Chicago... See it from a train. Should have called it the Rust Apocalypse. Endless piles of industrial woolly mammoth skeletons turned red by the rust that never sleeps or blinks. Miles and miles of factory, mills, and foundry corpses. The workers long scattered to $10 per hour ***** jobs. Businesses gone with the workers. Globalization at its finest. The end of the people's value. Amerika crumbles of dry rot. Enjoy your stuff, good citizen. This will all come to you. There is no immunity to endless, mindless greed.    ~mce
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Aug 12, 2015
Aug 12, 2015 at 4:51 PM UTC
Rust Belt
.*oh forget Disney H'america... technicolor H'america was the bomb... gentlemen prefer blondes... oh **** no... the seven year itch... the Rachmaninoff scene... bell, book & candle scene... whoever the genius was behind the technicolor project, outmatched the Disney in 1950s H'america... little town America... big little ******** worth of Europe... eddi reader...more like: keep the cats, a woman may desire luxury, but a man a freedom... keep the town, the summit, the fireplace... keep your luxury... just give me the shadow, the sun, the moon, and the road: perpetually greeting me.* oh forget looking for scapegoats these days... full blown schizophrenia, happening, all over the anglophone world... me? i'm just looking at the lampoons... sorry... lemmings... and the English? top the table in western world... they thought they'd be bailed out by the H'americans... good luck rolling that pin-ball... not gonna happen... they have their own **** to deal with...    it could have... but now it will never work out, no anglophone alliance bail-out plan... it's a ******* farce... it's a bogus in the bogie in the ******* coalmine... forget the canary...    **** i'm seriously flipping the coin on phrases... FDR contra DJT?   magic! no... the politicians were always going to place the card... the joker... free-fall dance-loose feet...          my bet is... it'll fall flat on its face... the eastern European Achilles heel of the europhiles... that's a supposition, not a proposition...                      or thereby, pre-.... but i do love being a spectator of rare sport... en masse schizophrenia... a nation, divided...              what a load of ******** the English thought that their anglophone alliances would last, would encrust them in a new globalization mechanism... even the ******* Icelandic people think they're European... what did the English think? just east of Las Vegas?!            an island surrounded by a massive prehistorical lake "facility"?! no one is looking for scapegoats these days, there's no one to blame... mea culpa, mea culpa...     these days?! everyone is looking for the lampoon brigade! - and let me tell you... mea culpa mea culpa... no one is looking for a scapegoat worth kristallnacht; people are looking for a lampoon...      or...         karmesinrotherznacht, the night of... broken hearts; broken, crimson hearts.
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Oct 22, 2018
Oct 22, 2018 at 6:54 PM UTC
FDR contra DJT times
.*oh forget Disney H'america... technicolor H'america was the bomb... gentlemen prefer blondes... oh **** no... the seven year itch... the Rachmaninoff scene... bell, book & candle scene... whoever the genius was behind the technicolor project, outmatched the Disney in 1950s H'america... little town America... big little ******** worth of Europe... eddi reader...more like: keep the cats, a woman may desire luxury, but a man a freedom... keep the town, the summit, the fireplace... keep your luxury... just give me the shadow, the sun, the moon, and the road: perpetually greeting me.* oh forget looking for scapegoats these days... full blown schizophrenia, happening, all over the anglophone world... me? i'm just looking at the lampoons... sorry... lemmings... and the English? top the table in western world... they thought they'd be bailed out by the H'americans... good luck rolling that pin-ball... not gonna happen... they have their own **** to deal with...    it could have... but now it will never work out, no anglophone alliance bail-out plan... it's a ******* farce... it's a bogus in the bogie in the ******* coalmine... forget the canary...    **** i'm seriously flipping the coin on phrases... FDR contra DJT?   magic! no... the politicians were always going to place the card... the joker... free-fall dance-loose feet...          my bet is... it'll fall flat on its face... the eastern European Achilles heel of the europhiles... that's a supposition, not a proposition...                      or thereby, pre-.... but i do love being a spectator of rare sport... en masse schizophrenia... a nation, divided...              what a load of ******** the English thought that their anglophone alliances would last, would encrust them in a new globalization mechanism... even the ******* Icelandic people think they're European... what did the English think? just east of Las Vegas?!            an island surrounded by a massive prehistorical lake "facility"?! no one is looking for scapegoats these days, there's no one to blame... mea culpa, mea culpa...     these days?! everyone is looking for the lampoon brigade! - and let me tell you... mea culpa mea culpa... no one is looking for a scapegoat worth kristallnacht; people are looking for a lampoon...      or...         karmesinrotherznacht, the night of... broken hearts; broken, crimson hearts.
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a ****** of crows gathers over Hamburg, carrion carrying on with business as usual. feeding on the festered flesh of a gentrified populace. in private jets coughing carbon they fly from the west on turbine wings, engines screaming as they dive towards a nation secured by razor-wound walls and barb-wire borders. they pitched a battle in Germany, convinced that austerity would ******* the resistance and give justification to premeditated violence. but the tables have turned on the thieves again. we are the end result of your failed policies, globalization has destroyed our homes. if your cabal rallies like a kettle of vultures, you will do so behind closed doors, cowering in your fortress' halls. you shall not pass. watch as the power shifts like the melting gears of torched BMWs. we will tear the vestiges of your authority down. we will black out your surveillance cameras, smash your windows, and block your limos. no pasaran. flee, while you can still run. this city belongs to the wild ones, a black bloc, thousands strong, dancing amidst the tear gas, tossing molotovs. marching to liberty's sturdy drum, equal in our solidarity song.
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Jul 8, 2017
Jul 8, 2017 at 12:14 PM UTC
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