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Today Alabama, tomorrow the sun bleached bones that sit welded into the seats of our national court. I've been howling this for a fucking decade and then some, we need feminism, we need it not only to return but to be weaponized. We need militant, fucking feminism, we need "Keep looking at me, I'll rip your fucking balls off!" feminism, we need "I'm not asking...
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Navalny.
Democracy and any chance for it in Russia died two decades ago but the last, embittered figurehead for the movement has surely been assassinated, once and for all.
When the king of turd island has stamped out everyone and everything that dares to stop his putrid empire he will have nothing but his own decay to feed on and thus expire from. Putin is...
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The indelible mark that was left upon me by this album cannot be overstated, it's a shame that the best and brightest from this band are gone and what's left are morons who embrace stupidity but time rarely shines honor upon us. As I get older I realize much to my shame that time does not age people like wine, it withers them into fucking...
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12 Kilos...You better run
Figures
Garrett doesn’t remember getting up from the small kitchen table and navigating the narrow pathway to the settee. He doesn’t remember sitting down and trying to navigate more of the trashy fiction novel he’s most recently fixated on. He doesn’t even remember settling in and pulling the musty smelling blanket over himself in order to sleep.
One moment Garrett was...
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12 Kilos
“There’s an old saying, you seem to like those, you’re born alone, you die alone, friends and family are just the illusion between the two so you don’t feel alone while doing the living.”
Garrett hasn’t heard that one before but it speaks to him, so do all his recent recollections about his aunt and his sour turn into adolescence.
“So, I’m company...
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12 Kilos, This Dungeon Earth
“My daddy used to pour that same vanilla over apples with brown sugar, he called it candied apples. Thought I wouldn’t remember what the real thing was. I knew. I remembered. He always had bad news when he did it. I’m betting you ain’t any different now.”
In a couple of sentences using her simple, to the point dialect, the...
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You don't force the evacuation of over a million civilians in less than three weeks only to start fire bombing the shit out of them once they reach the U.N. camps in the south and not call it revenge for the sake of revenge. By the way...what the fuck is the U.N. for anyway?
HOW MANY CIVILIANS HAVE TO BE MURDERED before we call the...
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12 Kilos
The Worst One
“Get up!”
The voice still sounds full of groggy sleep, the intention though is clear. Either get up or get kicked until you get vertical.
Garrett stands up and feels the bitter cold rushing in as he stands up from the blankets that have been shielding him from the cold. It has to be somewhere around five am, maybe coming...
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Wolf at the Door
“You know me, my sources always stay anonymous.”
Yeah, most of them stay anonymous because they never existed in the first place.
The quick comeback, the zinger that leaves the room gasping. Signature moves to be sure, and also the kind that left Larry stuck in a bed up at St. Ignatius for three weeks.
They had a couple of baseball...
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I need you to watch this, and I need you to watch it again, and then I need you to watch it until you fucking get it.
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We are all of us, watching a woman being whipped.
There are cow eyed women up there, helping hold her down, they whisper awful things between the sounds of the wet impacts and the screams.
There are brutes with guns too, the politicians standing behind them remind us that the first to try and stop it will get shot.
We must stand here and endure...
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amra:
That’s horror. True horror.