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Today we have the labeling of people groups. Yesterday we had the suggestion of an inherent disposition to dishonesty and violence in some groups. Tomorrow we will have the careful counting of individuals and the placing of individuals into each people group. But today, today we have the labeling of people groups. For those of you who are new here, we recommend this period drama underlining racial differences with a subtle suggestion of inferior intellect in some groups indigenous to warmer climes. And here we have a persuasive and tabloid friendly research paper that hints that children of mixed race tend to struggle in school. You'll be relieved to see that it hasn't any distracting data. And on the shelf beneath you'll see there's a picture book version for younger children. Over here is the arbitary divide between us and them, with a useful circle of arguments to differentiate ourselves from others. Here we have colour coded lables to more easily distinguish between  people groups. Yes, that's correct, we have three labels: white, black and, a recent addition which is now available for added distinction, rainbow. Oh yes, when engaging in any discussions, for your own safety please ensure you wear these ear defenders. To ensure a free flow of visitors we have erected large signs in three languages marking where charity at home ends. Yes, after rigorous focus group testing we have selected the English language in three font sizes. We are coming to the end of this orientation tour.  Please note the subtle but effective shedding of compassion for those who appear or sound different to us. This underpins the necessary disregard for the rights of others that we assume for ourselves and for those like us. It is almost imperceptible I think you'll agree. But the priority for today, as I say, is the labeling of people groups.  No questions. Shall we begin?
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Oct 19, 2017
Oct 19, 2017 at 2:16 PM UTC
The labeling of people groups
Today we have the labeling of people groups. Yesterday we had the suggestion of an inherent disposition to dishonesty and violence in some groups. Tomorrow we will have the careful counting of individuals and the placing of individuals into each people group. But today, today we have the labeling of people groups. For those of you who are new here, we recommend this period drama underlining racial differences with a subtle suggestion of inferior intellect in some groups indigenous to warmer climes. And here we have a persuasive and tabloid friendly research paper that hints that children of mixed race tend to struggle in school. You'll be relieved to see that it hasn't any distracting data. And on the shelf beneath you'll see there's a picture book version for younger children. Over here is the arbitary divide between us and them, with a useful circle of arguments to differentiate ourselves from others. Here we have colour coded lables to more easily distinguish between  people groups. Yes, that's correct, we have three labels: white, black and, a recent addition which is now available for added distinction, rainbow. Oh yes, when engaging in any discussions, for your own safety please ensure you wear these ear defenders. To ensure a free flow of visitors we have erected large signs in three languages marking where charity at home ends. Yes, after rigorous focus group testing we have selected the English language in three font sizes. We are coming to the end of this orientation tour.  Please note the subtle but effective shedding of compassion for those who appear or sound different to us. This underpins the necessary disregard for the rights of others that we assume for ourselves and for those like us. It is almost imperceptible I think you'll agree. But the priority for today, as I say, is the labeling of people groups.  No questions. Shall we begin?
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my heart ticks with the punctuated rhythm of a girl busy with embroidery i see a corpse and scrutinise all its secrets it lingers with a purposeful dexterity a tenacity that resembles autocrats of a starved third world country a dangerous presence that underpins a blank prism my reconnaissance reveals a frenetic arc orbiting, humming as it does so with intricate nightly returns travels between light and shade where black shadows tred forming a link in the great causal chain of human destiny it is a place where stone ghosts welcome me with threatening indifference of magical incantations i roam through deserted streets with an inherent clumsiness like waves on dark coastlines that in hypnotic deception form groups of disorientated sadness where clouds of black crows fly around sinister watch towers in the dark
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Jul 28, 2014
Jul 28, 2014 at 11:29 AM UTC
the violets are dead
my body is a symphony of sounds like the snap               —crackle—                                                pop!                                 of my bones as i stretch and climb the stairs,                                                                                                  the                                                                                        thud.                                                                          thud.                                                            thud.       of my heart, frantic in its rest.      a shrill ringing underpins it all when my ears ***** to a phantom sound, the     \gasping\                                |huffing|                                                   _sighing_                                                                       keeps the beat of uncooperative lungs.                my body, like an old house where teenagers throw a party,                                  finding a way to keep it alive for one more night.
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Mar 10, 2023
Mar 10, 2023 at 4:01 PM UTC
symphony in b minor
my body is a symphony of sounds like the snap               —crackle—                                                pop!                                 of my bones as i stretch and climb the stairs,                                                                                                  the                                                                                        thud.                                                                          thud.                                                            thud.       of my heart, frantic in its rest.      a shrill ringing underpins it all when my ears ***** to a phantom sound, the     \gasping\                                |huffing|                                                   _sighing_                                                                       keeps the beat of uncooperative lungs.                my body, like an old house where teenagers throw a party,                                  finding a way to keep it alive for one more night.
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Revolutions wait to spin Every second, beneath your skin Denials heard so dryly In your crooked disposition Social homeostasis Is a distant dream here Don’t deny, don’t deny yourself The semantics behind your sins The darkness that this underpins I sit here writing, scribing Hoping for the false foundation Of a bright future to rise Of which these writings are imbibing
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Feb 13, 2014
Feb 13, 2014 at 5:53 PM UTC
Scraps 14/2/2014
Lies underpin love, Love underpins lies, Yet Life is bliss When the love meets the lies, the lies meet the love, in a head on collision at the dinner table.
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Dec 28, 2011
Dec 28, 2011 at 7:47 AM UTC
*Family*
Joséphine inspires faith that even God envies. Her voice creases the canvas of the sky, her wink commands the storm. Joséphine looks to the moon to see her reflection. Her suspiring imaginations dance in ripples of conscious thought. Joséphine grasps in her hands a stray breath of Creation. Her eyes capture the light of dawn and dusk. Her halcyon sigh underpins reality.
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Apr 25, 2017
Apr 25, 2017 at 1:34 AM UTC
Joséphine
The core of basic freedoms Is the freedom to transact This underpins the other rights In the Magna Carta pact The crux is private property To use, or hold, or trade Our time, our land, our energy Our work - our fortune made King John was forced to sign it Holding tyrants to account So that we can all stand free With our liberty paramount Why, in all our nations dear Have freedoms flown away? Due process rashly flung aside As prisoners, we must pay Now Bitcoin rises to sustain Our freedom to transact A bastion of private property No matter how oft attacked So steady - up and onward For our freedoms, stand exact At the root of other freedoms Lies the freedom to transact
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Dec 13, 2023
Dec 13, 2023 at 12:39 PM UTC
Freedom to Transact (Bitcoin Poem 078)
Hushed and hydrated, Water-wet otters, Timorous creatures, Dissension dislike. Hostile approaches, Raising reactions. Daring offensives Unnerving the pike. Opposing behaviour Self-will underpins. Courage in warfare Means he who dares ....................... wins!
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Aug 5, 2016
Aug 5, 2016 at 2:09 PM UTC
He Who Dares.