Bravo, Gentlemen!
Auberive prison, November 28, 1872, 7 a.m. Murderers, can you hear time’s bell? In any event, I'm content with this. We suffered but we saved…
Love to the condemned, bile to the law
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Primo Maggio
We'll send them off to go fuck themselves in the ass all of them and their shitty work.
May the curse of labor be cursed, may the ineluctability of production become its sorrow
Productive life and quotidian life coincide in their misery.
And what color waves the flag of death?
Alfred Rethel, 1849.
My Caligari dawns
(The lamp, meanwhile, had circled around behind us, a sleepwalker with a mouth full to burst with halogen and time)
Keep calm and halt the reproduction of what is
[An anti-reproductive response to one of the most idiotic memes repeated and cooed over ad infinitum, including by those of otherwise plausible intelligence]
A meeting of two different kinds of degeneracy on a dark rooftop
"The people I burgled got rich by greed and skulduggery. They indulged in the mechanics of ostentation — they deserved me and I deserved them.…
The Day After Yesterday, Part 2: The Gathering Storm
In which weatherpersons, like bourgeois political apologists in months of May, are torn apart in the street to yawn vast and gutty.
There factory sirens begin, / infinitely long / droning, to yawn
"The Dead Liebknecht" Rudolf Leonhard, Der tote Liebknecht, 1919 His corpse lies throughout the city, in every courtyard, on every street. Every room…
The Day After Yesterday, Part 1: The Bad Omen
In which an omen, like a dead bird or one that's totally faking it, is witnessed by Ben Affleck.