why is my pencil talking
Jesus had a home in Malibu, it's true. Jesus drove a Ferrari Daytona—when he wasn't being chauffeured in his Maybach, conferring in the back with two or three of his disciples. Many times I saw the Daytona parked on Skid Row. He was there preaching to the derelicts and the forgotten. I saw him wash a woman's feet. She had been hooking. The state let her down. Jesus gave her two or three loose cigarettes. He called those cigs he always had his disciples. Laced with Grace. It's true. Some say she was raised from the dead on the 14th floor of the Cecil. Closest place to heaven in those days.
whenever i get sad, i just imagine a rural past
every song is trying and failing to be Piss Factory
this pride, i learnt about the Palestinian trans woman Oscar Al-Halabiye, dancer and resistance fighter against the israeli occupation in Southern Lebanon. she named herself Oscar after Lady Oscar from the "The Rose of Versailles", a Japanese manga series written and illustrated by Riyoko Ikeda.
her story is documented in Cinema Fouad(1993). zionists use pink washing to reinforce their genocidal terrorist narrative when queer Palestinians have been fighting against the occupation since the very beginning. you can watch it here with english subtitles. long live the intifada!
software is such a heavenly, perfect word... you've got all these solid wares, these intricate metallic cities of circuitry... what could live in these hard cities but soft beings squeezing into buses... they are wares of their own, goods, commodities... just like us... we feed softerware to our squishy blood machines, towers of meat... what do programs eat? python: ᘛ⁐̤ᕐᐷ. easy.
Mahmoud Darwish, tr. by Fady Joudah, from The Butterfly's Burden; "The Subsistence of Birds,"
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