Blogging
The murmuring in the corner of this random telecomms office about standby buttons and Canadian batteries, as I sit in my own corner feigning Receptionist status, has forced me to start a blog. Chiefly as a coping mechanism, perhaps subordinately as a realisation of something I had been considering for a few or several days.
Politics
I got really into Occupy Democracy protests last week, as I had never been kettled by a baying police mob before and so thought I'd give it a go.
It was so sick. In the traditional sense of the word. I feel that even the baying X Factor mob (my favourite mob) would have placed less pressure on my nerve endings. And I really mean that, they do seem benign in comparison.
Here are some of my other political views:
Humans
We're like a pack of cards, aren't we? Stack us up and each card shifts out of place, contradiction on top of contradiction! i.e. I bought a coffee from Starbucks the other day, but I hate tax evasion! i.e. I'm a feminist but I love catcalling! (Other fit-ass lads, ooh wan get me some of that sweet ass.) i.e. I was born an only child but now celebrate my birthday and other holidays with two brothers?!
Just a pack of cards. Shuffling and shifting, dealing out loads of shit.
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| caption: A deck of cards, unable to sit up nicely with straight sides due to all of its inherent and laminated contradictions. |
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