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Hub group, werner, Schneider STG logistics Watching the blood of capitalism flow Screaming across the rails There is art, too Graffiti, much of which I cannot make out Someone's choice to take tools offered to them by this system and deface its veins To use a product against a product, a commodity smashing another commodity Drones destroying each other for nothing Eternal waste The river cuts into…
I Got myself A little notebook To tell the difference Between ideas of my own And the ones pushed inside me I Got myself An easy drug Works nice and quick Just like the old days I forget my body and soul I Got myself A golden flower Sweet rebel in stone Coming up through the cracks Bright sun held by green cord I Got myself A new mask To cover the old Layers of facade now exposed Who was this…
And then, Suddenly, Welcome to the world There are four telephone poles that stand out As the sun sets Giants from the mountains, holding up The frail and fragile world we trust with our souls God save us God save us God save us all The wind keeps up An American flag All of the secrets and lies that flag stands for, If you say them out loud, does it do anything? The wind slows down The flag dies…
Welp, I just impulse deleted my Tumblr. Probably for the best, I was posting... weirdly... on there. Not healthy, intentionally just trying to antagonize people. It's a pattern I fell into on Twitter, too. Got me banned there. This time, I caught myself, I guess. Going to be going back on my medication now. I shouldn't have been off my meds, obviously, and I definitely shouldn't have cold turkey…
Then, that closing loneliness That swallows all, closes in The type of loneliness that cannot be talked about Beneath words, only heard By moaning, and wailing In the place that no one goes A simple life, sleep Or first water, then sleep Live again tomorrow, not knowing Where to go, or what to be A blind leaf, blown by the wind
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I was on the Internet Archive, looking for the archives of Mother Earth Bulletin by Emma Goldman, an early American anarchist. I found an incomplete archive from 2004, which was a little disappointing, but IA searches will sometimes uncover delightful, obscure curiosities, completely unrelated to your search. Thus, my discovery of this album: It's called The Map Occludes The Territory (Can't you…
...IF IT KILLS ME! 2025 was a strange one. I'm sure you all know the general miseries of these past 12 months, and many of you have been through specific miseries of your own. I know I've fought my own battles this year; most against myself, and most of those I've lost. Self-isolation, and its seductive safety. The Absolutely Safe Capsule of a quiet room with a laptop and an internet connection.…
This is what I remember, now: I had a brother named Cody. He had perfect pitch, and looking back, might have had autism. We all loved him. He fell into a pool while nobody was watching and drowned. I remember playing Super Mario Bros while it happened, But nobody backs me up on this. I was too young to remember right. I was too young to remember. I remember other people's memories. Mom not being…
This is a response to my brother's blogpost . It's quite good, and talks about many things I'm also experiencing. The first thing we share in common is the impulse to write when something in our lives is wrong. In some sense, I think this is healthy, but it also makes me think that, without my misery, I wouldn't write, which is unfortunately borne out by the lack of recent output on this blog.…