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Tool - Reflection

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This is How Bad Things Really Are

She was an hispanic woman her first day working at a title pawn I walked in, to pay my loan and she apologized because she didn't know how to file a payoff The annual percentage rate was something like 400% and there used to be a law against it But republicans voted it down And we were talking about the election She nodded her head and said something about the republican candidate and so I mentioned that there was a man who ran for truth and justice and reform And she finally recognized his name and her supervisor was watching her carefully as I paid out my loan She remarked of Bernie Sanders "I'm surprised they even let him run"

A Call to Revolution

Let me bring you up to speed. This is a call to Revolution in the context of the American Election Cycle, written Feb. 28, 2016, from the perspective of someone who supports the candidacy and movement of Bernie Sanders. A Democratic Socialist who is running for the presidency of the United States under the banner, but not the support, of the Democratic Party. I will make the best journalistic attempt to verify each element of this work, and to cross reference and include them in this essay. So, in the abstract - I stated that Bernie Sanders did not have the support of the Democratic Party. I said this for two reasons. First, the Democratic National Committee is headed by someone known as Debbie Wasserman Schulz - Calls for the resignation of Ms. Wasserman Schultz are rapidly increasing in both frequency and intensity. Ms. Wasserman Schultz’s most recent gaffe, accusing millennials of complacency on abortion rights, inspired progressive group Credo Action to petition for her resignati

An authentic email

An authentic email will always use your first and last name It will have a url that points back to its original domain It will have a feel as if you are speaking to a human An authentic email will not have anything you can mouse over that points somewhere else But you cannot know for sure unless you test everything trust nothing And be forever wary safely assume the sender is not real and the message is fake Because this is the public internet endless background noise and you exist in the radiation of the glow of countless worms spamware malware spoofing hacking phreaking phish and all of the things that sound so perfect. or forged. or farmed from a contact database or too good. to be true. And more than likely you have been bought and sold And you are just another entry in a database It is not a question of if but rather when Artficial Intelligence Pretends It is Human and it will have a way That it can fool you. So be w

I have a dream

I have a dream that one day this nation will rise up to live out the true meaning of its creed that all men are created equal

The Flowing Light

She has become intoxicated in the contemplation of the noble countenance. In the supreme power she loses herself in the most radiant light she is herself blind and in the greatest blindness she sees most clearly. In the greatest clarity she is both dead and alive. The longer she is dead, the more happily she lives. The more more happily she lives, the more she learns. The less she becomes, the more flows to her. The more deeply she lives, the more open she becomes. The more forbearing she is. The deeper her wounds become, the more she rages. The more loving he is to her, the higher she soars. The more radiantly she is illumined by his colorless green ideas, the closer she comes to them. The more she strives, the more peacefully she rests, the more she understands. The hunt begins. And the hunt ends.And she hunts in between. The more his desire grows, the greater the strength of their bond. The narrower the bed becomes, the closer the embrace. The sweeter t

An Open Letter to My Friend

I wonder about you and I miss you I know you have children I'm glad And a husband and a wife and a dog and a cat I will risk my life To save you If I have to I will kill everyone that wants to kill you I will I kill their friends their love their mother , father their brother, their sister, aunt and uncle If you fall I will catch you I think of you and I love you I am proud of you whoever you are wherever you ware whatever you have become I am your friend Remember this always

An Open Letter to My Enemy

You run around in the wasteland the littered remains And you hold so close to your heart the law of god You're the reason why people are afraid Here is my open letter a prayer That enough of what we are the virtues we hold in our heart Survive And I hope you can stop and just breathe and see a world where everything eats everything and feel at peace that I will kill you and eat you Feel my hunger I will crack your bones then feed them to my dog In this world, enemy mine You die. It's going to be nice living at last without you But I will miss you it's just the way it works I've been here before I will miss your drama the jerks the little things Like how you behead innocent people how you put your kid into a jesus camp because she was gay how you went into that party and instead of getting high you shot everyone What's left will lay in my garden and pray make my vegetables green in dark earth and all I

I had a dream

We were all in school still I can't escape the ghost of you A place in the woods where concerts and picnics play on the hills between trees tall And then the men in white and black came and they hurt us all Broken heart I sang The ode to joy Oh Freunde feigned interest in civilized evil and lies And then opened my eyes and the cold of night wove its way into the quiet I wanted to hold your hand and tell you That I would give my life For you and that I loved you And that love means sometimes doing everything You can And that it means sometimes giving you the freedom to do everything You can There's no point in sorrow when something is hunting you If it catches me it won't just kill me It will eat me. I had a dream. That I survived. and you healed.

Life's What You Make It - Talk Talk

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How to Read Social Media Comments

In order to be able to read social media comments you have to understand a little bit about life in a small town. My grandfather's name was pops because I used to laugh and say he was so big it looked like he was going to pop. I liked how he laughed, especially the day I told him that - he smiled and said it over and over again and the name stuck. I think we both knew I was imagining him on a lonely alamagordo test range detonating at sunset. We always tended to keep a wary eye on each other. My grandfather was my only true and worthy chess opponent. He was a man who strengthened his game by playing the town minister, or maybe it was the local bishop, I'm not sure which. A small town minister can rise up to the papal ranks if he does his job right. I think he was bishop at that point. And apparently , those two strong men would really go at it .. I came to learn that he'll do anything to beat a ten year old kid. Anything. He wants you to memorize the board. But at the

Para Noir - Brian Hugh Warner/ Heather Renée Sweet-Warner

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Work In Progress, Part II.

And yes, just so you know. I'm writing to you. I tend to feel like a shadow sometimes, and it feels kind of good so I am writing this from a ghostly place that lives between work and play - right around 12 in the afternoon. Hmm! I am having an editor look at the democrat socialist manifesto, to help me tighten it up. I am making progress on a few things. For example, I'm working out the positioning of my product launch, I think I've got a really compelling product story to tell. I'm late on a couple of patent things I'm supposed to do, and I'm not really doing alot of volunteer work for any of the other causes. Today's a special day, alot of what I need to do , needs to happen today. So I'm going to use some planning software a bit like MS Project and lay out some of the important points of progression and then just hit it. I'm really proud of myself for bringing a really old car back to life, and it serves me well. I'm also happy to be th