I gonna make white hair fashionable, give me a month for the streaks and highlights to die. I got it all baby. And I'm going to show it.
Got plenty.

Yes - I be working very hard on my magnum opus - Liberation Theology and the Jesuits - :(

Fucking dont want to pay my rent. What do i do?????

Agnes and His Brothers

Big beards, bushy voices, cheap thrills and she

Beards have always scared me, except in those few cases when they havent scared me for reasons like - the face was too pacific, or genial such like. Along with beards, another thing that scares me is a deep voice. For some reason it shatters me completely as I've already confessed to a couple of people here and there. So on the whole I getscared by largely hairy and deep voiced things and really have to try hard to compose myself before I do anything constructive in their presence. Now, is this the very reason why men grow beards and harness deep voices, because in the prehistoric society of physical domination - putting fear into the enemy - was a certain guarantee of victory? Is this why in modern office times, some men continue to do so? For me however as I travelled through time, nothing has changed. I still shiver at big beards and bushy voices. The only thing that would clear the fear out completely for me would be if somethign got me very angry at the same time.

***

The ditzy cafe was alright, endurable, for atleast an hour.
But nothing was going right with the man she was meant to humour.
A fearful beard and a voice liek god.
With the first line he spoke, she trembled as she shook internally and finally surrendering all control, let her face fall into her plate of dark cake. She gave up, she was never going to connect with this hairy man with an important voice. There was nothing normal in any of this. Why had she ever agreed to this illstarred act of hairball sitting for a girlfriend whod take another horrifying hour to arrive. Weekends in a dark room with books and agents of death had always served her well. Why this? Go back - say I must go. now! Lifting her face from her cake, with some dark syrup streaks on her chin, she looked at his face once more. Jesus Christ! This was the whole of hairy Syriac Kerala looking back at her, every lecherous district, town, lurid front alley and semenal backwater, sticky uncles and heaving aunties. save me. And that was all it took. If she had had a trunk between her legs, it would be showing above the table now. She took him by the hand and they bundled into an auto, where they harnessed every calamitous shudder of the chassis, to arrive at new understandings.

***

Ni. No. Nope. I just dont like droll british humor.

What is socialism?

We've already understood one thing in the last week: when someone you thought was okay once said: 'fuck socialism' and continues to pride itself on being a capitalist whore, they should been chucked out of your circle right then; nows also okay - better late than near. But now that that's been long since decided, What the hell is socialism? What am i when i am a socialaist?

Everything he Understood

Iggy spoke among the many beans in him as he rumbled in the morning autobug.

"Why are those dogs galloping down the road like they have somewhere to go?" Buff. Buff.

"The last one in the gallop team appears vaguely self-conscious in her lopsided loose sprint."

"It seems to be thinking - I hope it looks like I fit in - this be the only gang I got."

"It looks like it might cry if it weren't galloping and faking outrage for the pack."

"I've been dreaming of earthquake these past nights."

"The building shaking badly without falling."

"And I'm clutching the bedsheet on the bed where i lie at night."

"I cry 4 hail marys to stop the earthquakes."

"The unwilling dog; this deception of devotion. We are weak"

Romping and marching to the Seven Nation Army.

Design that makes you smile - Tea for Two

Check the creation of Chilean designer Sebastien E: Tea for Two.

Divine secrets of the Ya Ya brotherhood

The Ya Ya boys
The boy who got pissed
The boy whose number was never on my list
Disadvantage: Protectionist?

ok. So what again is freedom of expression about then?
Is the line to be drawn between offending and informing?
The Ya Ya boys had a right to speak their opinion. I had a right to get angry and scream. But not show it by harming them physically. Or killing them. Which would mean an end to their voiced opinions. I had a right to speak defamatorily about a woman in libel 01, her admirer had a right to call me a fiuckign bitch. So what is this utopia about - no opinions, conflicts? In both cases - the ya ya boys incident and the libel 01 scene - i thought at first the unwise ire came in the reaction to the trigger. But apart from wanton swipes, the trigger often also springs from a simmering, recollected or realized anger.
So what is the onus for? Free Survival and observable progress as fair indicator.
Where does it fall? Think it should fall on the creator of what later inflamed. That's each of us in our actions. But this applies only where the trigger was physical. Am I trying to cover my ass here? Because even verbal or written triggers may have physical fallouts - like retaliatory harm directed towards creator of the trigger or self-inflicted harm or harm to third parties. ok.
to be continued.

The fallout of libel: you get called a fucking bitch by men who care for the subject. This is an opportunity to learn more about the history of libel.

Libel piece '00': The reprobate rump of a monkey mouthed* malayalee

Yeah - Poops was one slick bitch. with chilky hair and shiny skin and possibily oily chandhi. I mean even if the men were breast-biased, though she was flat chested, theyd make the exception for her because her vertebra-deforming rump made up for it in assisting emissive dreams. Because she looked liek a B-grade slut they could tie to the bedpost and whip to a stiff peak. Her little shimmies and guiles were perfected by her particular pedigree of kanniving keralining. She flat-chested up to the right men who could finance her guilt trips of consumer tomfoolery and arrange imaginary hoists up the corporate ladder. 'O Ammayrica Ummayrica' her dull soul directed her reprobate rump as it enclosed and boggled ...


*is a beautiful feature in anyone else


up next:
Libel piece '01': Chetan Digital and her analog tits

This is love this love that amphet-meen

The young man stood at the edge of the pavement, backlit by the electrified kabab shop open behind. He balanced an open paper wrap of kababs in one hand and looked at it devotedly with his head tilted to one side, as he picked them up, almost caressing them in the instant before lifting them up with love to his lips. His self delighted and leaped to near fulfilment at the assurance of the meat in his mouth; they had found their seat. 'O Delite, you never let me down, my love, my love. Stay with me' - his body panted as his private mouth quickly gloried again and upon. He tried nothing as all his organs found sense in themselves. His round thighs in jeans bulged on the lower flanks with his feet a foot apart.
His body stood in the quality of the moment.

© Cabanon Press, Tom Gauld and Simone Lia. 2002 | made by moodia

My time has come.

Jyllands-Posten - this is the spirit of the free world

What is freedom of speech about really? When we talk about the right to 'freedom of speech', what do we mean? Because at office where i sit i dont speak many sentences but I'm okay with everyone making more than their share of verbal cacaph. I only have an objection to waves that cross reasonable decibel threshholds. And when verbal crap has been directed right at me - unreasonable demeaning demands and plain nonsense parading as sense. But religion is a whole other nutgame. And the new inductee has helped show some things. Cos religion is a big topic in her hot-cold sphere. So one day the Muslims are the honorable underdogs and the next theyre gruff goats; Christians are better one day and the next day theyre uptight bigots; Hindus wanton and freespirited by turns. Jews though, remain irrevocably damned. And even if I tried getting itched, nothing happens. Cos my religion is the music I hate this minute which might be what I'll love the same time tommorow. Religion is about personal realisations contradicting and harmonizing uniquely to each, uniquely in time. So when a pope or a swami or mullah issues edicts and people follow, then this is the crime. That institutions have colonized personal realisations, and that people have let them. So if everyones journey is unique, you're going to be seeing the billion emblems of their beliefs all over, and youll inevitably walk over some emblems because theyre lying all over the place, and it shouldnt matter to anyone but the one person whos emblem you stamped on. In reality just 4 major faiths claim the 'religion' of most of living humanity today. (Thats a lot like the oligopoly in free markets) That's unnatural, but the case.

Now what does it mean that thousands of 'Muslims' in Muslim-dominated nations (and others) are rising in protest at the cartoons, burning the Dutch flag and boycotting Dutch ware? This can be confirmed to be atleast historically regressive. Yes, I did say something about arriving at your own realizations, but holding the mirror of history, we give insights from personal reflections a depth that shows up everything behind us really ahead of us. We can repeat the past or change the future. That would depend on what you thought of past events in the first place. Were 'infamous' instances of state progroms / exclusive propogada / enforced regimens - right or wrong? The idenitifcation of 'rights' comprehensively covered in the UN* Charter of Human Rights, took as many centuries of human existence on this planet as it did; all an accumulation of the relaization of centuries before, orally transmitted and really recorded. Truths for progressive human existence.

I don't really know what to say to the French theologian Sohaib Bencheikh's comment to the incident,"One must find the borders between freedom of expression and freedom to protect the sacred,...unfortunately, the West has lost its sense of the sacred." This first sentence by logical parameters pleads nothing because the 2 freedoms he seeks to have barriers between are not only already 2 distinct freedoms - one natural, the other protectionist/resistant - but are by their very quality, opposed. So what exactly is he pleading? And then of course - what if the West has lost its sense of the sacred? The other thing that shows up how deliberate all religious affrontery-taking is, is that this cartoon was first published in September. More recently, "newspapers across Europe have reprinted caricatures of the Prophet Muhammad to show support for a Danish paper whose cartoons have sparked Muslim outrage...France Soir, Germany's Die Welt, La Stampa in Italy and El Periodico in Spain all carried some of the drawings." I think its important to note that British papers aren't part of this press solidarity. The world press freedom watchdog Reporters without Borders, based in Paris, defended the newspapers - "Freedom of the press also exists for viewpoints that shock the majority of the population," RsF head Robert Menard told France Soir.
I believe in watchdogs for freedom.
I belive watchdogs for offence need to read history in the interests of originality.