Time’s a Calling! (Growing Pains)

There’s this thing called growing up that I don’t like. We all grow up, most of us unconsciously. Fixedly counting down to zero, the trip there merely whizzing past us in the periphery. I don’t want to grow up. Not really. Growing up means being boring, and rejecting phone-calls on Sunday mornings from clients. It

AgitProp: The Makings of Global Radicalism

Agitprop (/ˈædʒɨtprɒp/; from Russian: агитпроп [ɐɡʲɪtˈprop]) noun (Concise Encyclopedia) -Political strategy in which techniques of agitation and propaganda are used to influence public opinion. Alex Jones, Julian Assange, Bradley Manning, Edward Snowden, Russell Brand…what do these names all have in common, aside from the vowel ‘e’? These are people impassioned by a great sense of

Feminism, Racism, And The Rape Debate; A Response.

This was my response to 3CB‘s article on DR, which I shared with her via e-mail and she graciously permitted my uploading for public scrutiny. To explain the caveat and a few lines in the below, this lengthy…thing I have down here started out as a comment on her post on their site and then

The Pedestrian Troposphere of LameSuck and ZeroLife

Okay, so I have found a really old blog of mine and Saint’s and I’d like you all to gaze upon the tampon string dangling from my huge fucking cunt: a 3-part poem I wrote in the throes of a rebound. Yes, I fucking had chapters in my 4 verse per stanza poem! Deal!

Catharsis

As I said previously, when in hyper-reading mode I absorb material whether relevant or not to my course. Given this I stumbled on experiments into the speed of light from 1672 to the present day. What’s interesting according to a relatively new postulation is that while the calculation’s field of error by the inquisitive scientists

A Moment

I’m sitting at the school’s smoking section. Not my school, so plenty unfamiliar faces but the nicotine smiles are reassuring. With each drag, in their eyes flickers the same light of contentment to which I’m inexorably and delightfully acquainted. I bum a taff from one of them. A female. She apologetically offers me a lipstick

Like Lucius & Lilith

* Writing. She’s furiously writing. Her hair gets in the way. She puffs at it impatiently and keeps scribbling, muttering under her breath. Furtively casting her eyes about, she maniacally jumps off the floor she’d foetally positioned herself in her incoherent need to write and sets her thin, haggard frame before the red, rock maple

Twit-bloggers

Today I have so much things to say. #BobMarley It seems everyone has a blog these days. I go through my followers list on Twitter and almost all of ’em have a wordpress or blogpost link attached to their account. And even then, it’s a simple handle.bloghost.com formula to most of they, belying a bourgeois,

Soliloquy A

Here I go, writing for the sake of writing. Blogging for the fans and the numbers and the acclaim. It incenses me that some call me a good writer, even brilliant but when the names of writers are thrown around I’m not in that list. But I’m not exactly crushed, because deep down I do