Slavers don’t lure their victims with a closed cage.
Karma might kill you but your dead enemy won’t.
Dystopia doesn’t taste bad, it is flavorless. It is to drink without ever quenching any thirst.
There’s nothing more dangerous than a criminal that needs to commit more crimes to cover up previous ones. The string of crimes around is sure to thicken in to a rope.
To kill a governor, a person must oversee murder; but to kill a government, a person must oversee themselves.
It’s better to should all over other people as you do on to yourself. Don’t fear being labeled a hypocrite, fear being without dreams of somewhere better that should be.
Most did not choose to leave the land, yet here we are, just as fish who have left the water by the pelican’s envelope. We are dying but not yet fully digested… return to the land before the death of either we or the bird precludes such a reunion.
The church bell is the official toll for the great variety of death incurred—the death of unguarded polyamory, the death of unmarked temporality, the death of unconventional spirituality, and the death of untold bodies. The allure of its curving form is no less a straitjacket, and it is non-ironical that it is composed of metal, for it displaces an unbiased gathering of evidence that henceforth must conform to a statistical distribution. A cracked bell has not led to liberty, only with its dismissal and burial under the Earth can such hideous vibrations yet be quelled.
Wishing for that which is not, is a sin against that which is.
Part of being stupid is not knowing that you are stupid. Part of being unconscious is not being conscious of your unconsciousness.
We love to cry and cry to love. A growing dystopia shows us that these two expressions of feelings do not stand opposite one another, but die alongside one another to be replaced by their absences.
Those who take the stance of “wait and see” will get to see their own demise at the hands of those who act without full evidence.
Revolution that rises and falls with one man is not very revolutionary.
The more time spinning words, the less time available to pirouette ourselves.
If we only take our revolution to the comfortable shallow levels, we cede the great depths of the ocean to the powerful establishment that will dilute our efforts quicker than a tide changing.
As we continue to lose steam from this peculiar suburban era that is quickly burning through natural resource piles, visit places that make sense, rather than cost dollars. If you must, go by car, and go to places fully aware that you are a visitor, for your next trip may be one way as a refugee.
Humans are the deep roots of trees, the mobility of swinging primates, and the vision of eagles. Yet if we stay in one place there’s little reason to swing, and our vision atrophies because of the lack of light with our roots twisted in to the ground.
Laws that justify other laws which justify the original laws—let yourself not be part of this chain of prevents!
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