Baby Boxes (Poem)
Born for laughter, dying for money.
Systems, Algorithms, Progress: Oy!
No system in the world can solve the problems of the heart. Dysfunctions in society are born in the heart. Systems always follow the heart.
On Fictional Abyss Between Capitalism and Socialism
Existentially, it matters very little what kind of ‘ism’ you attach to the world you create. What matters is whether it started with something like selling your mother’s kidney.
Loving While Scared
My love goes out to people who are not talking trash, pointing fingers, blaming friends who voted differently or going super macho on them, who are not talking with contempt about family members, who are trying to understand, love, and relate. I don’t care who you voted for.
Would everybody just f*ck off about the beauty of begging?
We are back to the Middle Ages where creative professionals–um, troubadours–were whores and marginalized individuals. Except now, between the troubadour and the generous peasants, there is a clever middleman who makes money on bulk.
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