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"The anarchist is a very fierce creature. It is first cousin to the gorilla. It kills presidents, princes, executives, likewise sabotages their summits and summer holidays. It has long unkempt hair on its head and all over its face. Instead of fingernails it has long, sharp claws. The anarchist has many pockets in which it carries rocks, knives, guns, and bombs. It is a night animal. After dark, it gathers in groups, large and small, and plans raids, murders, and plagues. Lots are drawn to select who must carry out the work.

The anarchist does not like water. It never washes or changes its clothes. It is always thirsty and drinks salt water. The home of the anarchist is in Europe, especially Italy. Some few have been exported to North America, where they are feared and hated by all decent folks and hunted wherever they show themselves.

Papa does not like anarchists a bit. They give him bad dreams, he says. He has given orders to have them caught and put in cages, and he will not allow any more to come into this country if he can help it. If any sneak in, he will have them shot like rabid dogs, Mexicans, mountain lions, and such animals. I practice every day with my rifle so I can shoot these wild beasts when I grow up."

des·per·ate –adjective 1. reckless or dangerous because of despair or urgency: a desperate killer. 2. having an urgent need, desire, etc.: desperate for attention. 3. leaving little or no hope; very serious or dangerous: a desperate illness. 4. extremely bad; intolerable or shocking: clothes in desperate taste. 5. extreme or excessive. 6. making a final, ultimate effort; giving all: a desperate attempt to save a life. 7. actuated by a feeling of hopelessness. 8. having no hope; giving in to despair. –noun 9. Obsolete. a desperado.

My Interests

I'd like to meet:

People who aren't constantly scared. Maybe it'll rub off.

My Blog

New Mexico Voter Guide!

So, it's the night before elections and you're probably thinking "hey, that Alex kid is hairy and doesn't often brush his teeth, he must have something important to say" and, fortunately for you, it's...
Posted by on Tue, 04 Nov 2008 20:08:00 GMT

Of a Great Persuasion (American Blowjob)

A long time ago the market crashed, and men jumped from buildings, they broke their bodies on the street, a week ago the market crashed, we barely blinked, not far away an election loomed, and we laug...
Posted by on Thu, 09 Oct 2008 04:27:00 GMT

Letter to Thomas Hobbes regarding Part 1 of Leviathan

I haven't written anything like this in a long time and I know it ain't perfect but I'm trying to cultivate a skill here.  I'm really nervous about putting something like this out there again but...
Posted by on Tue, 16 Sep 2008 05:35:00 GMT

Tomorrow, They’re Burning a Man

Tomorrow, they're burning a man filled with gloom. We've poured all our hatred and sorrow into one man. And tomorrow, watching from our wet muddy pit, we'll set him on fire and the sky with it. We'll ...
Posted by on Thu, 04 Sep 2008 08:23:00 GMT

5 warnings and a court date

I have a date at the court house.  i am wondering whether i should bring flowers or just kinda show up dressed nice. The day before yesterday I fixed my car.  No, it was "broken" exactly, bu...
Posted by on Wed, 20 Aug 2008 08:32:00 GMT

oh my

so, ariel shaved off the sides of my overgrown mohawk today and it's looking much better. i look more like a scary red eyed (soap in my eyes) nuts fucking spartan than ever before. i really hate sho...
Posted by on Fri, 01 Aug 2008 03:04:00 GMT

I don’t think I ever double-crossed a double-crosser

untill I double-crossed myself.  So there you are, in your own little world, kicking ass (presumably) and thinking I am fucking sane.  I am so sane right now.  I am so in-touch with wh...
Posted by on Tue, 29 Jul 2008 07:40:00 GMT

Downdate (not clever but screw you)

First... Dead Band has a show with Dirty Money (from Gainesville), G.D.P and Prolly (which is Eliza's solo project and I'll be singing on a few songs 'prolly' {don't kill me}).  It's at chainbrea...
Posted by on Mon, 19 May 2008 04:34:00 GMT

Going back to the Old Style

Two new lyrical Jisms "Engine" and "A Great Big Nail Right between the Eyes".  In order of composition.  These, like "Wake the Dead" (if you've heard it), are a lot of fun to say.  Thes...
Posted by on Thu, 15 May 2008 01:05:00 GMT

Caught A Devil in my Throat

I was driving in albuquerque with ariel and eliza and suddenly there was this intense pain in my throat like a razor had been dropped into my throat.  I couldn't breathe, I couldn't speak. &...
Posted by on Sun, 11 May 2008 01:18:00 GMT