Gaslighting is cool
Unless you have dignity
Or some self-respect
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24 December 2018
27 April 2018
dreamstate writing 26 Apr 2018
The following are particulars from this morning’s dream.
I and another were in the crystal clear, aquamarine ocean trying to figure out where waves might be breaking that we could surf on later, but the current near the beach was very strong and the rocks that formed part of the ocean floor there were sharp and jagged. A traditional Indonesian outrigger boat arrived, whereupon I am my companion left the sea.
Then, I was sheltering from the noon sun in a partial clearing under palm trees and other tropical vegetation, near the ocean, sitting on a wooden park-bench with at least one other entity, who was dark blue in color and sat behind me and to the right. Seeing movement to my left, I looked over to find an orange-skinned local woman turning a suckling pig on a spit over a fire. When I greeted her in her tongue I heard a voice say Selemat Pagi, which means Good Morning, to which I responded with Selemat Soreh, which means Good Afternoon. The voice near the woman echoed my response. Without ceasing in her task of spinning the small roasting pig and with unseeing eyes staring right at me, she opened her mouth, out of which white fluid flowed unabated to splatter on the white-gold sands below. I turned away from her to make a comment about what time of day it was to the blue-skinned fellow behind me and to my right, at which point we were approached by an entity resembling an old friend of mine from Bali who has long dreadlocks. The newcomer tried to drum up enthusiasm for a surf trip on his friend’s boat to the reef, where the waves were breaking.
From right to left across the clearing walked a very pregnant woman with dark hair and light skin wearing a light blue and white floral dress whose hands were covered in a dusting of a white substance and whose forearms bulged with thick muscles. The blue-skinned entity told me that the forearms are controlled by the front edges of the ribs, which in the physics of the dreamworld made sense to me.
[ americanifesto / 場黑麥 / jpr / urbanartopia / whorphan ]
I and another were in the crystal clear, aquamarine ocean trying to figure out where waves might be breaking that we could surf on later, but the current near the beach was very strong and the rocks that formed part of the ocean floor there were sharp and jagged. A traditional Indonesian outrigger boat arrived, whereupon I am my companion left the sea.
Then, I was sheltering from the noon sun in a partial clearing under palm trees and other tropical vegetation, near the ocean, sitting on a wooden park-bench with at least one other entity, who was dark blue in color and sat behind me and to the right. Seeing movement to my left, I looked over to find an orange-skinned local woman turning a suckling pig on a spit over a fire. When I greeted her in her tongue I heard a voice say Selemat Pagi, which means Good Morning, to which I responded with Selemat Soreh, which means Good Afternoon. The voice near the woman echoed my response. Without ceasing in her task of spinning the small roasting pig and with unseeing eyes staring right at me, she opened her mouth, out of which white fluid flowed unabated to splatter on the white-gold sands below. I turned away from her to make a comment about what time of day it was to the blue-skinned fellow behind me and to my right, at which point we were approached by an entity resembling an old friend of mine from Bali who has long dreadlocks. The newcomer tried to drum up enthusiasm for a surf trip on his friend’s boat to the reef, where the waves were breaking.
From right to left across the clearing walked a very pregnant woman with dark hair and light skin wearing a light blue and white floral dress whose hands were covered in a dusting of a white substance and whose forearms bulged with thick muscles. The blue-skinned entity told me that the forearms are controlled by the front edges of the ribs, which in the physics of the dreamworld made sense to me.
[ americanifesto / 場黑麥 / jpr / urbanartopia / whorphan ]
19 February 2018
haiku 18 Feb 2018
Tunnels, trains, bright lights
Broadway, Houston, the Bowery
This place never sleeps.
[ americanifesto / 場黑麥 / jpr / urbanartopia / whorphan ]
Broadway, Houston, the Bowery
This place never sleeps.
[ americanifesto / 場黑麥 / jpr / urbanartopia / whorphan ]
13 December 2017
haiku 12 Dec 2017
Borne on strands of light
Linking far east to near west
Grand, global network
[ americanifesto / 場黑麥 / jpr / urbanartopia / whorphan ]
Linking far east to near west
Grand, global network
[ americanifesto / 場黑麥 / jpr / urbanartopia / whorphan ]
02 February 2012
on indirect representation
When
the Constitution of the U.S.A. was written, news took weeks to travel
from one city to the next; it was necessary for a representative to
be chosen to assuage the mood of the people around him and to decide
for those people great and pressing matters at places distant and
inconvenient to reach.
In our
modern time, however, news travels at the speed of light, and the
citizens can speak to one another at any time and in any place, and
they can be called upon, individually and instantly, for their
opinion on great and pressing matters. The system
of representative democracy under which America currently suffers
grants political power to a small number of individuals who are in
anything but name the princes of this republic. Individuals who have
power will be corrupted invariably by that power. Therefore,
we need to draw up a new Constitution, laying its
foundation on such principles and organizing its powers in such form,
as to us shall seem most likely to effect our Safety and Happiness.
The
People shall be Safe and Happy when no single person holds power over
a nation.
Spes
Mea In Ratio Est - 場黑麥
John Paul Roggenkamp
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