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31 July 2015

all any means

The Yaelong hold power their reach it is long their family systems are tight-meshed and strong. Long ago we'd quarrel o'er land and resources but quickly did learn to combine our small forces into some quick response and some quick action teams who crush all intruders by various means. Their guerrilla tactics we've much added to combining in lessons from Ho Chi Minh too and also from Mao and from Rommel to boot wherefore primed and ready is this armed offshoot. In truth though it makes up the bulk of our guard yet only emerges as a high trump card to mop up the damage done unto such fools who eschew good company's longstanding rules. From trench and from cupola alley and ditch with blood whipped up into a mad fever-pitch will every man woman child et ceterum stand up for to expel from home hearth and womb such Ynki Rus Kossak or Turkmeni brute who should dare on our precious soil set foot. Grigovian weapons and that Yaelong guile should help us keep hold on our freedom a while – for lest we get bombed out like the Nips once got there's nothing can move us from this awesome spot.

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30 July 2015

approaching 7 figures

Los Angeles, CA 28 July 2015

Shirleigh Ratchthwana, former war-crimes prosecutor and current head of Public Relations for the Los Angeles County Museum of Art (LACMA), denounced today the destruction of priceless cultural artifacts within a stone's throw of the museum's main entrance. “We regularly watch as groups of vandals deputized to their duty by the City of Los Angles (City) strip layers of art from our town's various walls, sign-posts, and switching boxes – daily and without relent. Examples of this art include stickers en collage or solo, pasted-up paper pieces, and those that are sprayed-on. By its actions and those of its deputies, City demonstrates an alarming lack of appreciation for such art as it presides over, regardless if that art should hang in a gallery or on a street corner.” Art that happens to be located in public, or street art, is created by daring and talented individuals who risk fines and abuse if caught in the act of application. Pieces by the most famous modern graffitos can fetch sums approaching 7 figures. Fundamentally human in its chaotic and spontaneous nature, street art – graffiti – is one of mankind's oldest documented yet least hallowed forms of artistic expression. Whether in the walls of Teotihuacan and Giza or the ruins of Stonehenge and Sumer, the scratches and scribbles of a million faceless graffiti-writers bridge the gaps of time.

“We stand now witness to a great extinction,” said Dr. Horatio B. Gherrt, professor of art history at Harvard's Schoullenbarg School for Contemporary Art. “This extinction, however, this mass die-off, is not of beast but of beauty, not of aardvark or antelope but of art itself. A solitary artist working by herself would take months – even years, or never – to create such pieces of perfectly blended chaos, such though-evoking combinations of logo, typeface, cultural icon, and slogan – old and new, obscure and obvious, crude and tender. Yet such collages spring into being on otherwise unadorned and publicly-accessible spaces virtually overnight and completely free of charge to the city, which then expends resources to scrape them down or cover them in dull, gray paint.”

With municipalities across the world continuing to criminalize the application of street art and refusing to recognize its value and beauty, the future still looks bleak for artists who follow the ancient human urge to mark their passage with note or scrawl (but without a by-your-leave). “So long as there are people, there will be graffiti,” said Ms. Ratchthwana. “Instead of simply destroying things they don't understand, we hope that City leaders will soon treat street art as they would treat a Van Gogh painting or Ming-era vase – as part and parcel of mankind's cherished cultural legacy, something that deserves to be protected.” City declined to comment for this article.

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27 July 2015

quick magical slide

Uncanny and welcoming hectic and vast is road-grid and heart of this city of class. Los Angeles friendo is where it is at where fortunes can change at the drop of a hat where a simple gesture can upset the tides and time does a fluid quick magical slide. Its highways and ocean its palm trees and dust its holy points one time to visit one must and bow to the fault-lines deep down and above that threaten with shaking yet embrace with love. It's fine to be back but there's not much left here that I haven't witnessed before through the years so where does that leave one who roams far and wide? To find within truth and to find it inside...

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09 July 2015

in this spot

Our ruins are open to visit this week – come by for a glimpse and come by for a peek. With houses aplenty both restored and not you'll learn how our ancestors lived in this spot and lived without waste want or much luxury and lived so much simpler than you or than me. In stone water-channels they brought in their drink with others they led away waste-water's stink and erected stout walls to keep foes at bay and erected store rooms for grain and for hay. They had more than one cult and one ritual indeed many of them did not pray at all yet lived out their in peaceful co-living that was one of sharing and kindness and giving. No house was much larger than the one next door and most of them had but a single ground-floor but some of them boasted a bin in the roof for making food storage both rain- and rat-proof. There's tons more to learn here in this our town so stop for a visit if you are around and sample the recipies used way back when – we're sure you will come back again and again.

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07 July 2015

Berber of birth

There's told of a wanderer Berber of birth who came to Grigovia spreading his mirth. He also spread Islam that still lives today but which we here practice in much our own way without dire enforcement of too many rules while still making use of its fine social tools. Yibin al Ba'huttah was the wise man's name, from far to the West of the sunset he came to share bizarre stories of lands set in snow and that place to which Muslim faithful must go. His goal was an empire far from our own (which he did call Qinku'ha) to make there his home and serve as a minister under its king and share with him ritual knowledge and teaching. If he ever made it we now do not know but were much heartbroken to then see him go in search of warm climates and fortune and glory that man who so brashly wrote his own life-story.

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03 July 2015

wraiths are dumb

The wraith said not sorry and said not goodbye but fled through a crack in the roof of the sty and made like the dickens for its yonder grave and set its mind working like wood on a lathe. Its plans they were finished in one minute flat for it could not ponder much longer than that and fled back outside its old master to seek in a shadowed tree and by a muddy creek. Its master it found not and soon did not know just why it had ventured out over the snow to float through a landscape it no longer knew but oh well those wraiths are dumb – what can one do?

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