Oh, my sweet, your darker stride leaves too many stains. You have no more than simple mojo pumping through those veins.
The world is a dynamic pulsating network which increasingly transcends government and corporation.
Authenticity as order-word. Revolution as order-word.
The war is over and the paintings are replaced, but the blind people never come back.
We unwittingly labor along the neurological limits of nature’s economy.
What of your precious Internet then, my prattling bloggites?
They could claw their way out, mind you, but it’s not air they’re after, it’s victimhood.
Hi, I’m Pax Dickinson. I’m the guy who was shamed by Gawker and fired because I made off color jokes on Twitter.
The end of a world dominated by only two super-powers probably means a lot more countries are going to get atomic weapons, giving Moloch more room to play.
I’m far more comfortable being judged, insulted, and harassed by women than men.