Because everything is politics... |
One should keep in mind that politics is everywhere, in everything he does. People are constantly looking for "signs" in your daily image. It's not only what you choose to wear, it's mostly the way yo...
Posted by Mutatio Spiritus on Tue, 05 Feb 2008 08:52:00 PST |
Open your fridge.... |
Open your fridge.... do you see a fascist in there? Look closer... can you see Sgt. Lemon, secret agent Orange or the skinhead frozen Chicken?If not, good for you... You obviously don't belong to the ...
Posted by Mutatio Spiritus on Tue, 06 Nov 2007 09:39:00 PST |
A poem for Yoakim II |
So he tried and fell
And above him fell two green valleys and he felt like staring at these valleys forever
And she ran and fell
And fell safely into his arms and wished she'd never leave the warmth o...
Posted by Mutatio Spiritus on Tue, 20 Mar 2007 10:21:00 PST |
A poem for Nobuyuki |
Little Nobuyuki was gothering marbles for as long as he can remember
When he met lovely Mizuki his heart was filled with emotions ever so tender
For the first time in his lifetime he felt like he want...
Posted by Mutatio Spiritus on Mon, 20 Nov 2006 03:25:00 PST |
A poem for Christopher |
Little Christopher wanted to smile
Little Annie is everywhere... in real and fake, in simple and ornate, in pure and obscene
Little Christopher wanted to smile...
Posted by Mutatio Spiritus on Thu, 02 Nov 2006 11:21:00 PST |
A poem for Laurel |
Little Johann wanted to travel around the world
The world had long seized to spin for little Laurel
Little Laurel is alone
Little Johann went on with his journey...
Posted by Mutatio Spiritus on Thu, 02 Nov 2006 08:21:00 PST |
A poem for Yoakim |
Little Yoakim wanted to fly.
Little Shelley got lost in the woods.... darkness... cries....
Little Shelley is running in the woods.... footsteps.... screams....
Little Shelley crumbled in the woods.
L...
Posted by Mutatio Spiritus on Mon, 23 Oct 2006 06:24:00 PST |
