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Random page from a journal.
Walking, walk with me
I will lead you through the twilight
to stand between each vale of shade.
Shimmer darkly with your words;
walking, my brain slips out
passes through the impermeable cement
towards some smoldering light
beyond the shifting tectonics of words.
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I’ve seen a ton on the facebooks about “thanking veterans for their service.” As a veteran let me just be very straightforward and honest with you. We didn’t “serve our country”; we don’t actually serve our brothers/sisters or our neighbors. We serve the interests of Capital. We never risked our lives or spent months on deployment away from our family and friends so they can have this abstract concept called “freedom”. We served big oil; big coal; Coca-Cola; Kellogg, Brown, and Root and all the other big Capital interests who don’t know a fucking thing about sacrifice. These people will never have to deal with the loss of a loved one or the physical and/or psychological scars that those who “serve”, and their families, have to deal with for the rest of their lives. The most patriotic thing someone can do is to tell truth to power and dedicate yourself to building power to overthrow these sociopathic assholes. I served with some of the most real and genuine people I’ve ever met. You’ll never see solidarity like the kind of solidarity you experience when your life depends on the person next to you. But most of us didn’t join for that; we joined because we were fucking poor and didn’t have many other options.
An anti-capitalist veteran (via hollow-gram)(via madamedechevre)
Posted on May 30, 2012 via unPoliceYrMind with 6,463 notes
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Act so that there is no use in a center.
Gertrude Stein, Tender Buttons -
Posted on May 27, 2012 via Je suis perdu with 157 notes
Source: mondo-blogo.blogspot.com
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Ew
Posted on May 27, 2012 via The Stature of Liberty with 252 notes
Source: thestatureofliberty
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What does it matter how many lovers you have if none of them gives you the universe?
Posted on May 17, 2012 via this isn't happiness. with 1,910 notes
Source: newshelton.com
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Unable to stop the bleeding.
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This poem is a containment field
for an invasive idea
which, if escaped,
would bury itself deep
in the hyppocampus of
of unsuspecting readers.
After the initial latency period
the idea, in its adult form
of the text,
would propogate within the host
spreading and reproducing itself
via airborne pathogen.
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Posted on May 3, 2012 via unforgivable with 1,915 notes
Source: Flickr / helminadia
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Thought Less
The light beams in through the windows
in the front of the house
as I look around, I realize that I cannot breathe.
The house is full of water.
My lungs are blowfish,
my hands are petrified wood.
The house trembles with fear.
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