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Cecil

Baby, I'm an anarchist. You're a spineless liberal.

About Me

Collective Purpose is handling the Slam now at Elevated. Get at them for more info. I'll be doing some new shit in the future like "Ask An Anarchist." Send questions if you have any. .

My Interests

The San Diego Poetry Slam, culture jamming, punk rock, anarchism, ecoterrorism.

I'd like to meet:

Oedipa Maas. Slam poets, interested fans, anarchists, writers, artists,...Check out this MySpace MP3 Player !

"Baby, I'm An Anarchist!"Through the best of times, Through the worst of times, Through Nixon and through Bush, Do you remember '36? We went our seperate ways. You fought for Stalin. I fought for freedom. You believe in authority. I believe in myself. I'm a molotov cocktail. You're Dom Perignon. Baby, what's that confused look in your eyes? What I'm trying to say is that I burn down buildings While you sit on a shelf inside of them. You call the cops On the looters and piethrowers. They call it class war, I call it co-conspirators.'Cause baby, I'm an anarchist, You're a spineless liberal. We marched together for the eight-hour day And held hands in the streets of Seattle, But when it came time to throw bricks Through that Starbucks window, You left me all alone.You watched in awe at the red, White, and blue on the fourth of july. While those fireworks were exploding, I was burning that fucker And stringing my black flag high, Eating the peanuts That the parties have tossed you In the back seat of your father's new Ford. You believe in the ballot, Believe in reform. You have faith in the elephant and jackass, And to you, solidarity's a four-letter word. We're all hypocrites, But you're a patriot. You thought I was only joking When I screamed "Kill Whitey!" At the top of my lungs At the cops in their cars And the men in their suits. No, I won't take your hand And marry the State.'Cause baby, I'm an anarchist, You're a spineless liberal. We marched together for the eight-hour day And held hands in the streets of Seattle, But when it came time to throw bricks Through that Starbucks window, You left me all alone.

Music:

Fugazi, Lucero, Uncle Tupelo, the Clash...

Movies:

Trainspotting, Fight Club, Apocalypse Now, Heathers, Harold and Kumar

Television:

I perceived in that moment that when the white man turns tyrant it is his own freedom that he destroys. He becomes a sort of hollow, posing dummy.... For it is the condition of his rule that he shall spend his life in trying to impress the "natives"...He wears a mask and his face grows to fit it.-- George Orwell "Shooting an Elephant"

Books:

The Monkey Wrench Gang - Edward Abbey, Glue - Irvine W., anything Bukowski...

Heroes:

Edward Abbey, Joe Strummer, Steve Earle, Noam Chomsky, Emma GoldmanHow does it become a man to behave toward this American government to-day? I answer that he cannot without disgrace be associated with it.-- Henry David Thoreau

My Blog

I Respond to One of Those MySpace Surveys

1) Ever been to a strip club?Not since I stopped dating strippers.2) Ever been to a GAY bar or club?They are all gay.3) Ever been kicked out of a bar or a club?And I deserved it every fucking time.4) ...
Posted by Cecil on Tue, 31 Oct 2006 10:41:00 PST

A 9-11 Poem

They sayafter 9-11everything changedand it didcan you believe that I met a girlwhen she passed me a notein church?It said"I want you to put cocaine on your cockand fuck me in the ass"...
Posted by Cecil on Wed, 06 Sep 2006 06:47:00 PST