The time has come, The end of generational ignorance is near. Revolution. There is no more denying, No more procrastination, For procrastination is the rebel’s enemy. There is no more time to waste, Revolution Is a formula. A formula of transcendence, A guide to peace, To march, To victory.
Trump is the byproduct of all our willful apathy and blissful ignorance under the neoliberal life we have been leading since the time of Reagan. Kim Kardashian coming to the White House to discuss prison reform is a massive embarrassment, this is very true. However, I honestly hope no one was surprised by this. OfContinue reading “Kim Kardashian and the Lowest Common Denominator”
What an era to be alive. Yet how can one call living with no dignity living? Crawling on knees to get to a safe place to release your bowels, Begging from mercy from an overweight class traitor with shit aim Only to get 6 bullets in the back. For a cell phone. Can it beContinue reading “What good is a broken man?”
Like many young writers who play the professional game I picked up a part time job for some extra cash and experience to keep my resume flowing while I still look for the door to kick in and put my foot. I started canvassing for rent control in the city of Sacramento and felt wonderfulContinue reading “My Recent Car Wreck; Trauma Will Not Win”
This woman Kamila, Is quite vanilla, A senator of Law and Order. Far from the best, Just like the rest, I’m not impressed with her.
I sit here writing this in the dark because it’s 5am and my ceiling’s light bulb just burnt out. The darkness is fitting though. It is fitting to write about one’s depression in the dark. Mental illness is a funny thing, the slightest thing can trigger the worst of episodes. What is even worse isContinue reading “Rambling About Depression in the Dark”
Sometimes one has to wonder, what is the point of it all? Of course many argue there is no room for existentialism in a Marxist’s life style, and I am inclined to agree. But when left alone with a hyperactive mind, one can’t help but be tempted to wonder. Since embracing my Communist identity IContinue reading “The Soul of a Socialist”
OF BEAST AND MAN Seemingly Obligatory note from the “author” Editors, lawyers, and publishers can be real spoiled sports, and some people just can’t seem to handle criticism these days. So in short, to cover my ass, the asses of those I love, I have changed the names of certain parties and institutions. To beContinue reading “Uncharted Part One”
“We were riding the crest of a high and beautiful wave.” A very famous line from the often too over-quoted hipster bible “Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas,” but still it rings true despite all the near sighted hipsters who use it to enable their douchery. What rings true is how Hunter Thompson was theContinue reading “When Our Wave Comes Crashing Down”
After that, Robert and I began to hang out more at his house after school. We would score our weed at the Strip mall then kick it in his room, doing the same thing we did at school. Get high and talk about literature. Ever since middle school, it felt like Robert and I wereContinue reading “Trash of the Gods Chapter 2. The Tao of Conversation”
War, no, fear, no, Crime, no, Game! Simply game! Game for identity. Game for group and safety. Game for instinct, Game for the pursuit but not gain of truth. But what is to gain truth? What is to gain knowledge? Where is any truth? Is this my page? Is this my night? Damn this me!Continue reading “The Story’s Answer Part 4”
Chapter 11 Portlandians On the third day, the rain had not stopped, and Jack rose that morning in such a hungover stupor that he felt like he was rising from the dead. He stumbled drunkenly into the bathroom and emptied his water-ballooned bladder. He was groggy, he didn’t realize how strong those ales Nancy drankContinue reading “Gramercy, The Journey of Jack Lewis. Chapter 11”