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wThursday, May 30, 2002


i skull war

the problem here, i think, is that people who are smart enough to build nuclear weapons might somehow be stupid enough to actually use them...


posted by kicking_k at 7:06 pm




wWednesday, May 29, 2002


in our present climate of - let's face it - absolute terror - as the nuclear spectre threatens to arise in the east - for real this time - for the first time in my life facing the possiblilty - however impossible it seems to me - 'cause these things almost seem like myths of another age - a cold war throwback - the possibility of nuclear war - in a world that's still not big enough, it seems, for all of us - trying to get my head around even the concept that, should the worst come to the worst - millions of people could be erased in a half a heartbeat - a biblical moment - the biggest act of anti-creation this old world's ever seen - not really knowing what this would mean - what kind of world would be born - i thought of this extract from my play.


posted by kicking_k at 10:35 pm




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MUM: From where we are... A small hotel on the border – we have seen between twenty and thirty missiles pass not too far overhead.
GEM: What? Missiles? Wait – are you –
MUM: (Accompanied by sound FX) And – as we speak, there are large plumes of smoke just visible in the twilight – those sounds you can hear are the explosions. (Beat) Judging by the time between them passing and – reaching their target – it must be assumed this first wave has struck the capital city.
DAD: Was their any indication an attack was on the way?
MUM: No. No, there wasn’t. In fact, I was actually having my dinner when the first couple went over – I rushed to the roof – there’s quite a crowd of us now – and – actually, I should mention I can now see anti-aircraft fire in the sky above the city. There are beads of fire – not much light left now so it’s not as easy to make out the columns of smoke but – you can still hear combinations of explosions -
GEM: No. No. What are you doing?
MUM: Now – another phalanx of missiles have just passed overhead – even more, if anything, than before – they’re spread out – accelerating as they near their – objective.
GEM: It’s a city. It’s just -
MUM: Dropping very low now... (Beat) I can just see their vapour trails threading in – the red glare of their rockets looks like the lit tips of cigarettes.
DAD: Did you manage to ascertain the type of missile?
MUM: Difficult to say with absolute certainty – but certainly mid-range, guided devices...
DAD: Can you estimate their destructive capability?
MUM: Well – judging by the pall that one can just make out against the fading sky – the occasional flashes of fire as one hits home – I’d certainly say these must be some pretty heavy ordnance.
DAD: Any reason why the attack is being launched now?
MUM: I assume – can only imagine – that it is largely for surprise. At about this time, people are returning home from work -
GEM: What the fuck are you doing? How can you just sit there like it’s the most reasonable thing in the world?

THE3RDPERSON


posted by kicking_k at 10:14 pm




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yr friends are going to be very jealous

am changing subject. yes. may return to a negatosexual lament at some point, but - gah - it's rilly rilly embarrassing, and i'd much rather report back with good news, as and when. this is merely an all-purpose catch-up post.

for starters, we've completed the 'double bluff' packaging (for which, much respect to driver) - and given finished product to apprioximately one place thus far - the gap club, which is five minutes from our front door, boasts a cellar entrance, and 'intimate' size. guy we talked to seemed fine, said he'd get back to us later in week. if he does take us up on it, seems possible he might ask for our playing each and every wednesday nite - way more than we'd expected, but certainly something i'd be willing to do.

also: i still haven't lucid dreamed again, but have been remembering two or three distinct scenarios each nite - usually a precursor - greater awareness and etc. on monday morning i spent the hour from six to seven in the morning waking at five minute intervals - usully giggling furiously. i have no idea why.

and, to round off a self-consciously workaday entry - am one solitary passage away from having the first four scenes of THE3RDPERSON in beta form. which is real relief.

hm. in effort to salvage this - an experiment - now that this place is (at least in theory) interactive - a question for my notopians: would you rather be a good-looking person with a bad-looking partner, or a bad-looking person with a good-looking partner? hmmm?


posted by kicking_k at 12:34 am




wTuesday, May 28, 2002


ghost says:
k, you published yet?
kicking_k says:
published what?
kicking_k says:
notopia?
ghost says:
yup
kicking_k says:
nah. should be eating right now.
kicking_k says:
am going to go do that, then post brief entry about the one and only time this year i have kissed a girl.
kicking_k says:
she had mauve hair.
ellis says:
cool
kicking_k says:
she ran up to me in street, did it, and left.
ellis says:
i wish i knew girls with mauve hair
kicking_k says:
i don't know her.
ghost says:
!
kicking_k says:
she was complete stranger.
ghost says:
dreamy!
ghost says:
shit like that
ghost says:
doesnt actually happen.....
kicking_k says:
well - did to me.
kicking_k says:
it was in taunton, midday.
kicking_k says:
was quite embarrassing. in nice way.
kicking_k says:
felt like baked alaska.


posted by kicking_k at 12:20 am




wSunday, May 26, 2002


negatosexual

a phrase i coined in some supermarket queue, daydreaming, checking and doublechecking the faces around me, basket half-full apples, coffee, bread, cheese and questionable natural ingredients shampoo i probably only bought ‘cause it’s violet blue.

‘cause i woke up this morning wanting to weep for all the chances i’ve missed, all the everything i thought would be mine by right, that would follow inevitably, as night tunes into day. it’s safe to say my life has yet to live up to all my stupid childhood dreams, that most of my adolescent fantasies remain exactly that. i feel like a flower that budded into a fist, but stayed there – and now decays there.

i’ve failed to connect, to focus – i was a scared, conformist kid, i was institutionalised. a please-teacher machine, a little traitor. and since then, what seem like an endless string of identity crises, that at the time perhaps seemed dialectical, progressive. that now, i believe, may well have been circular. may have been entirely doomed attempts to break the orbit of the firstborn personality, a societal construct, a nitemare i can’t awaken from.

anyway – the point wasn’t supposed to be generalized angst, nor was it to be a careerist sob story. the plan here, the reason for this rumination, was last nite – an illustration of my lack of a love life – down at the discotheque.

in local cultural reviews, my readership will be left largely uninterested by the news ‘detournement’ has recovered from its reactionary slump and re-emerged into a better balance of electro and punk. we queued in the rain, slouched against shop front, edging toward the sound of peaches ‘lovertits’, wanting to dance, cursing. but once we were in, the whole thing came together. place was certainly busy, but not so packed meat as the last we attended – the music was back on track – and it was full of adorably adorable girls. i was falling in love ten times a minute. it was enough to give me a cardiac event, i swear.

and...

at first i felt good. first time i’ve had cause for make-up in a month, and i made a lot of eye contact as i scoped around. everything was ok. better than. i felt all-conquering, in a blushing semi-introverted way.

and...

i don't know...

i danced a lot. sometimes i danced with girls, sometimes one on one even. but always seemed to end in one or other of us spiralling away, or a friend arriving or – i don’t know, in this sitch, as i know only too well – there’s always an excuse. with me, flirting goes so far as to sight the border. and then, should events either demand a more visible effort, or, more embarrassingly, seem to draw an actual escalation – even the ghost of a response – it tends to send me into full retreat. and yes, it’s telling that i’m using military metaphors. partially a subconscious spectre of the terrifying India/Pakistan conflagaration, maybe more aboriginally a legacy from being a kid who witnessed the emotional fallout of divorce. three words: Mutual Assured Destruction.

i put it differently, perhaps better, in a mssngr conversation: “dunno - at the mo, any flirtation, signals etc - seem to drive me away like a startled faun. for real.”

which brings us to ‘negatosexual’. an amusing term for something that is not amusing me right now.

to be continued...


posted by kicking_k at 9:50 pm




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we're throwin' a cybersocial!

while i'm here, virtual fingers knuckle-deep in HTML, thought i'd add those pesky extra links i've been meaning to for, well, forever. roughly. so: two new blogs brought kicking and screaming into notopian orbit. resistance futile, etc...

madd props to flux and acidexia. usually i'd give a little spiel but i'm hungover and hungry. maybe i'll do it later. or maybe you could just take a mystery trip...


posted by kicking_k at 11:57 am




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notopia is no longer a monologue.

well, it is, obviously - but i've decided to let hecklers into my headspace. please note that, should this extra functionality open the door to abuse - or worse - an expanse of zeroes, interactive apathy - i shall remove it and deny it ever happened.

now comment. comment like you have never commented before.


posted by kicking_k at 11:24 am




wFriday, May 24, 2002


i'm a garage band! says:
my genius cannot be questioned.
kicking_k says:
yr genius?
kicking_k says:
heh.
kicking_k says:
one point to kicky.


posted by kicking_k at 8:13 pm




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going notopia fast

the thing about unrequited love
is that sooner
or later
desire sours.


and the thing about starting fires is...
fire flowers
fire flowers.


- which was my scribbled sub-poetic response yesterday morning, upon learning that the Jerwood Short Film Prize has been added to my tally of competitions entered, competitions lost.

it's a darwinian reminder: you. might. not. make. it.

not to mention that, today i got my first rejection letter for 'evil is fake' - "Sorry to disappoint but we have decided not to take this play further at Hampstead Theatre. Although there is some skill in Evil is Fake, we feel the writing foregrounds style at the expense of meaning."

other people control yr destiny, if you presume to live yr life outside the bounds of yr own everyday experience. outward success is, after all, a two-way societal deal. and i hate the fact that i need audiences, patrons, 'industry professionals'. actually: i just decided: if 'evil is fake' and 'THE3RDPERSON' fail to break via the direct route - if there's not an artistic director out there willing to take a chance on me - i'll DIY. i'll organize my own grass roots theatre co. we will be called 'the ant farm'. i will be benevolent dictator and minister of propaganda. we will take brighton, then we will take london.

don't fuck with me. i've run out of anaesthetic.


posted by kicking_k at 8:03 pm




wWednesday, May 22, 2002


monomania
mssngr for one (part one)

kicking_k says:
i don't know.
kicking_k says:
it's always so difficult to tell - in objective terms.
kicking_k says:
i suppose i tend not to think about it.
kicking_k says:
just recently, though -
kicking_k says:
i don't know.
kicking_k says:
there's been something in the air.
kicking_k says:
an ozone charge, a super-low choral drone.
kicking_k says:
everybody's felt it, here.
kicking_k says:
a kind of psychic heavy weather.
kicking_k says:
a storm warning.
kicking_k says:
and suddenly i feel so -
kicking_k says:
i don't know.
kicking_k says:
i'd expected the royal exchange to get back to me by now.
kicking_k says:
this space...
kicking_k says:
waiting...
kicking_k says:
it's disheartening.
kicking_k says:
i'm definitely disheartened.
kicking_k says:
and it concerns me that the only guide i have to personal happiness is via progress with an ill-defined project.
kicking_k says:
there's a lot invested, there.
kicking_k says:
too much, almost certainly.
kicking_k says:
but i don't see an alternative.
kicking_k says:
and, yeah, i know it's a symptom of my self-created system that i can't see an alternative.

kicking_k says:
so...how are you?


posted by kicking_k at 11:38 pm




wTuesday, May 21, 2002


half-eclipse

weird the way my life, my real life, my actual sitch - only even occurs to me those brief periods when the engine of my obsession gets jammed. i was thinking about a girl i used to like, a lot, earlier. guess i am again, now. was thinking what might have happened. was almost acting out. strange. we don't experience emptiness often. we adapt.

i wanna produce an art piece - big text printed on a gallery wall, saying: "i can't decide whether the ability to fool yrself is a tragedy or a comedy." which is true. meanwhile, the next zine will probably feature the following: "i was a happy child. i was a self-hating adolescent. now i'm a self-medicating adult."

between them, i think they cover most bases.


posted by kicking_k at 11:40 pm




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i am republishing.

because blogger is stupid sometimes.


posted by kicking_k at 11:16 pm




wSaturday, May 18, 2002


sea flood streets

i've been hustling hard in the real world.

last weekend, driver and i hit town with a cool thousand copies of it came from the sea, spent several hours trying and mostly failing to explain exactly what it was to a procession of bemused smiles, raised eyebrows... in the process, scored an invitation to some kind of boho-sounding nite at fabrica, met up with brighton's premier self-proclaimed outsider artists in the brighton media centre (super-underground!) ...and pretty much managed to get it everywhere we'd planned. celebrated by getting drunk and watching fireworks, some park somewhere with bunny and benji.

this week in work, i've been revising the THE3RDPERSON script, having finally bit bullet and printed out entire rambling datastream. spent every available break, inside or out, in the sun, sitting scribbling all over print-outs, made some really encouraging progress - exxtreme critique. and, tuesday thru thursday nites, we've been making the ceedee happen. it's quite sincerely a work of incestuous genius. i challenge anyone to find an integrated mix that slips from timbaland's 'i am music', into the love theme from crouching tiger, hidden dragon, into moldy peaches 'who's got the crack?'. it really shouldn't work. it really, really does.

it's called 'double bluff'. it's 80minutes long, has more hooks than an abattoir, and will, i'm certain, secure us a weeknite session at one of brighton's many clubs. there's a final tidy-up mix scheduled for sunday nite, then we'll design and make card cover, start our assault on brighton's blissfully ignorant audiowaves.

oh, and i finally figured out how to describe it came from the sea, in its paper incarnation - it's 'the pamphlet that thinks it's an artskool happening'. yay!


posted by kicking_k at 11:21 am




wSunday, May 12, 2002


defensivity

it's sad that, right now, my life only really connects at the weekend. that my weekdays are passed daydreaming in an office, hospital corridors - that the nites are filled with writing... and, often, only writing... what's more, right now - with THE3RDPERSON maybe 75% towards a rough-as-fuck first draft, it's all unglamorous mid-project work, a long procession of chores - piecework, factory assembly - nothing to see here, move along, move along...

and despite being essentially pretty simple in structure, it's without doubt the most demanding thing i've ever tackled, on a technical level. i'm not giving myself the luxury of creative drift this time, i'm attempting to take all the skills and stuff i learnt from the first two and focus them. it's not easy. but i'm trying to express something here, i'm doing it to make a difference - seriously - no irony - and everything has to be sacrificed to that.

still: i'm crawling to glory. at this point i have the first four rounds fully written and ready-to-go, and the next four in an intermediate blueprint stage. i expect there'll be a further two, though this could conceivably expand... four at max. once i have a complete draft - which really should happen before the end of may - i'll move into a month (and hopefully no more) of rewriting. i'm giving myself a deadline of june30 to get this stupid thing into a state that theatres can read. this means it should be roughly around the time i start to hear back about the last play, giving me a counterblast, a quick reply (though, um, obviously, this assumes no one's gonna wanna use the last play, which is a mite defensive but, on the whole, i think, sad but true).

and anyway, regardless of that, and even with the day-to-day drag of wrestling the thing into shape - i still believe absolutely THE3RDPERSON is the play that'll break me.

wait - that sounds wrong...

..."will be my big break."

m.

you read it here first.


posted by kicking_k at 7:28 pm




wFriday, May 10, 2002


ellis! says:
and where have you been?
ghost says:
o hiding out.
ghost says:
working
ghost says:
no internet access
ghost says:
but I AM BACK!!!
ellis! says:
ahhh
ellis! says:
back with a vengeance?
ghost says:
erm.
ghost says:
i have no particular grievances with my many enemies
ghost says:
at this time


posted by kicking_k at 8:16 pm




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emily says:
i was trying to do that thing where it only shows one entry on the front and then all the titles in the archive page
emily says:
but i got it all messed up
emily says:
yeah
emily says:
i'm going away for the weekend, i'll try and fix it when i get back
kicking_k says:
anywhere cool?
kicking_k says:
prison?
emily says:
the last time i tried to do this everything got erased, but at least the archives are still there this time
kicking_k says:
the 18th century?
emily says:
yes. an 18th century prison
kicking_k says:
wow.


posted by kicking_k at 8:14 pm




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Lovebucket says:
i've been painting badgers. this is as good as it gets, ca va ma cheri?
kicking_k says:
only if they pay you in sticky badger chocolate kisses.
Lovebucket says:
if only !

Lovebucket says:
hang on, who?
kicking_k says:
except brown.
kicking_k says:
and. y'know, anal...
Lovebucket says:
who is this... "they"?

kicking_k says:
the badgers.
kicking_k says:
of course.
Lovebucket says:
you... you... scare me
kicking_k says:
...but, y'know, deep down - you like it, right?
Lovebucket says:
maybe i do
Lovebucket says:
but maybe i feel ashamed alright! maybe i feel dirty!


posted by kicking_k at 8:13 pm




wThursday, May 09, 2002


gah. tired. too tired to make any headway on the play, despite my best intentions. too tired to do anything much, but this – for what it’s worth – an update covering some of the bases between my missionary trip up north and tonite, having not long returned from experimental movie screening – some good, more bad, high point being the chance afterwards me and driver took to hand almost fifty copies of zine to people who looked like they might actually be interested.

i’ve covered my theatre meet already, i know – but wanted to make clear the fact that was the least of it up there – i had (build music, roll credits) -

...a long weekend in the pink

it begins saturday the whatever, the twentysomething of april. i’m on a train at 11, spend afternoon cutting thru the countryside, the occasional urban build-up blaring back like burst of noise, or big block of data. i’m staying with rocky & aura, and drop bags, hit shop, buy drinks and drink them, not much else until – a little later, shading into evening – i go rendezvous with old comrades at the monkey magic club (i know, i know – i suggested monkey stew if they absolutely had to go simian – but what can you do?) – anyway, they’re still setting up, so i get to go behind the music and meet up with ghost, tick-tock, brooklyn, red and elle, flip, safari, assorted others – a whole demographic from my past, people i L.O.V.E. and haven’t seen in way too long.

it’s brooklyn’s second public set as deejay, so i do the whole cheerleader, supportive friend thing, and he’s fine. it’s cool. he keeps it old school hip-hop, and meanwhile, the crowd’s filtering in. there’s a few motion-blurred hours of chasing round the joint, doing the whole catch-up thing, dancing in between, then i help clear up after, and safari takes a bunch of us for a curry. by this time we’re the last customers still standing.

me and ghost are sharing sheena – which is, i should stress, the name given to brooklyn and tick-tock’s trademark zebra-striped camper van. me and ghost are sharing a double bed set-up in the back, actually – which briefly worries me when he announces his queasiness to no one in particular. still, he’s soon over the worst and we’re both out for the count not long after.

next morning, we’re mumbling in the spreading light, comparing notes – when brooklyn and tick-tock show, make tea, slip on sunrise FM (“the world’s greatest asian music station”) and the day fades in accordingly.

while they go for breakfast, i check in at base camp, find rocky watching tv and wait for lola to arrive (who’s up here working on the bradfest). she’s got me belated birthday presents – a godspeed! album and thesaurus of slang. lola rules.

it’s raining, but i’m determined to make it to the moors anyhow – we reconnect with the others, and drive up there. find a solitary ice cream van sitting in the middle of this big green nowhere, buy ice creams and watch for rainbows. it’s kind of desolate, but pretty. well, pretty desolate, at least...

we hit leeds, their place – pick up fast food and listen to music – before, for a finale, parking up outside cnut’s new house, where we buy wine from the supermarket and have some kind of small party with him and sweets, who’s dressed in a black and yellow jumper and looks like a cartoon bee. they’re living in some disgusting blocked entrail of suburbia, which prompts me into yelling “hail satan!” long and loud – and often – in the hope of weirding out the normals. try as i might, no one’ll join in. their loss.

i’ve missed rocky’s curfew for the second nite running, and so crash at the boyz’ place, back in leeds – monday mid-morning, i’m on a train to manchester. royal exchange turns out to be terrifyingly huge – major in a way i didn’t realise. ...the rest of the story i’ve already told. the other side of the meet, i have enough time to hang with rocky a while, before spending the remainder of my nite travellin’ back to sunny brighton. where it is dark and cold. and which is the end of line, for now.


posted by kicking_k at 7:21 pm




wWednesday, May 08, 2002


spontaneous statement of untent

i just decided notopia doesn't have enough completely pointless posts. i'm getting even.

i promise i'll post something slightly more read-worthy soon. i have two weekends, one good, one pretty much non-existant to recap, a new job, a minor breakthrough and - no doubt - generalized blah.

to be (dis)continued...


posted by kicking_k at 12:30 am




wFriday, May 03, 2002


the zine is finished, published and in the midst of initial distribution. there's even a completely pointless website. we rule.

...more soon.


posted by kicking_k at 8:25 pm




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four boy action: a hormonal odyssey via the medium of mssngr

1.
kicking_k says:
i want to work at hatfactory.
kicking_k says:
i could put razorblades in the seams.
glint says:
I want to go to All Tomorow's Parties
kicking_k says:
the *carrie* hat.
flux says:
I'm not crazy about festivals.
E. Randy says:
Me neither
glint says:
But they're *FUN*!
flux says:
too much time, too many people, too far from the stage, too many bands
glint says:
Can't you see?!
glint says:
*FUN*FUN*FUN*
kicking_k says:
i'm growing a beard.
glint says:
I wanted to go
kicking_k says:
wait....
kicking_k says:
wait.....
kicking_k says:
THERE.
glint says:
Must we?
flux says:
let's ALL grow beards. TOGETHER.
kicking_k says:
can i smoke *herbal cigarettes*?
Flyboy says:
and listen to the HERBaliser
glint says:
Yes Kick. Smoking herbal cigarettes is *fun*
kicking_k says:
yeah - but what if i fall down the 'slippery slope'?
kicking_k says:
*fear*

2.
flux says:
let's start a hat business
kicking_k says:
carrie hats - "they're bloody good..."
glint says:
let's make hats out of pork chops
E. Randy says:
What's a carrie hat?
kicking_k says:
hat with razorblades in the seams.
kicking_k says:
for comedy mutilation effect.
E. Randy says:
I like
flux says:
I want to make hats that blur the lines between wigs and hats.
kicking_k says:
ooooh... nice...

3.
flux says:
oh! oh! let's start an unprofitable magazine about hip young culture!
kicking_k says:
can it be *ironic*?
flux says:
yes.
flux says:
and no.
flux says:
we'll be both.
E. Randy says:
How ironic
kicking_k says:
can we all have columns where we review each others' reviews?
glint says:
Ha!

4.
glint says:
Sorry. Too much sex. Brain addled now
E. Randy says:
Always with the sex...

5.
kicking_k says:
what is swedish comedy anyway?
Flyboy says:
it's just a series of vignettes set in this kind of disintegrating soceity
kicking_k says:
a guy called olaf falling down an elevator shaft?

6.
kicking_k says:
gotta go.
kicking_k says:
catch you dudes in HELL.
flux says:
see ya k
E. Randy says:
Bye bye
Flyboy says:
bye
Flyboy says:
i must go too
flux says:
alright
E. Randy says:
Fine. Fuck off
flux says:
me too
E. Randy says:
Nice
flux says:
let's go
Flyboy says:
let's all go OUTSIDE


posted by kicking_k at 8:19 pm




wWednesday, May 01, 2002


in solidarity and all that etc: when i first moved to the last town i lived in, i turned up with a self-penned manifesto, assembled variously from situationism, eastern philosophy and general artskool pretension: here are some soundbites: may all streets everywhere blossom once more:

plague:state
"kids doped-up w/capitalist lust raging the rooms of their homes w/candy-coloured guns. adolescents masturbating to soft-focus sex fetishes, dirt blonde and dumb. boys and girls on the threshold of state-sanctioned maturity jumping footfirst into uniforms and dull, dull ambition.

as you read this, millions, literally millions, in this country alone are giving the best moments minutes hours days weeks months years of their lives f.nothing...except to perpetuate some bullshit system that will throw them away when it has finished w/them.

closing their eyes and growing old. drowning in lukewarm water. they spend their sunlight in offices factories shopping centres family homes. they spend their nights bf. the television the radio the opera. letting the water envelop their limbs. opening their infant mouths so it can pour right in."

what happens to kids under capitalism?
"kids under capitalism catch the magpie instinct young - through commercial festivals; xmas...birthdays... kids under capitalism can only see history as written by the winners - and the winners were the money-men, the self-interest men...multinational corporations or kids w/bright ideas...everyone that crawled fm. the slums only to sell their brothers and sisters out - all in the name of luxury.

kids under capitalism learn that the 'meaning' of their life will be determined by their career, and, a certain amount of disappointment almost inevitable in this sphere, that they can be happy regardless thanks to the breeding game. kids under capitalism are encouraged never to grow up. in order f. modern society to function, the citizens must behave like infants. and then kids under capitalism turn into their mothers or their fathers..."

"...the capitalist system ...a perversion of human nature which extends the vices of selfishness to all...which puts all people in contention w/eachother; which makes an artificial environment of struggle which encourages everyone to sell out in the interest of personal advancement.

capitalism asks you to make a choice : be a thief or a whore."

happy mayday, everyone. and remember:
no one can stop you if you refuse to stop.


posted by kicking_k at 10:11 pm




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ellis says:
i am worn out utterly and have to revise, i have even taken a day off work to do so
kicking_k says:
dedication... that's what you neeeed...
ellis says:
oh yes
ellis says:
if there is one word that does not describe me, it is dedicated
kicking_k says:
how about super-dedicated?


posted by kicking_k at 12:22 am




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lolita nation says:
how was the meeting?
kicking_k says:
notopia.blogspot.com
kicking_k says:
>koff<


posted by kicking_k at 12:20 am