I am scared of the American government.

“Pack your bags full of guns and ammunition…
bills fall due for the industrial revolution.”
We invade a country, topple the government three decades, and are involved in day-to-day combat in the theatre. But when one of the American suits visits the battlefield as a propaganda move and the enemy has the gall to shoot, we call it a “terrorist attack” and accuse the attackers of trying to “destabilize the country.”
Our nation is run by clowns, riding around on unicycles shouting “Terrorists! The terrorists are everywhere!” between gulps of Bacardi 150. Utter nonsense.
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§ Under the leaves, soil. Under the soil, stone. Under the stone, souls.
§ Radically empowering individuals in society may be the worst mistake we ever made.
§ Want to be a radical? Refuse to suffer. Then, wait for the assault.
§ Goodbye 2017, part two. (The real part.)
§ Sometimes you find home where you’ve never been—and you dwell where you aren’t.
§ The self can’t play Atlas for postmodernity because science is now supernatural.
§ Rehab is universal. So is history.
§ Identity, transcendence, and tactics.
§ Untitled. (a.k.a. Pretty faces, new old photos.)