anorthodox: February 2009

Transubstantiated Trousers

My old pair of trousers died. So I turned it into Piotr Kropotkin, cloth revolutionary! Well not all of it, just half a trouser-leg. Reclaim the trousers!

Oh my God, Cartman is Kenny (You Bastards!)

The anarchist is a very fierce creature. It is first cousin to the gorilla. It kills presidents, princes, executives, likewise sabotages their summits and summer holidays. It has long, unkempt hair on its head and all over its face. Instead of fingernails it has long, sharp claws. The anarchist has many pockets in which it carries rocks, knives, guns, and bombs. It is a night animal. After dark, it gathers in groups, large and small, and plans raids, murders, plagues. Lots are drawn to select who must carry out the work. The anarchist does not like water. It never washes or changes its clothes. It is always thirsty and drinks only salt water. The home of the anarchist is in Europe, especially Italy. Some few have been exported to North America, where they are feared and hated by all decent folks and hunted wherever they show themselves. Papa does not like anarchists a bit. They give him bad dreams, he says. He has given orders to have them caught and put in cages, and he will not allow any more to come into this country if he can help it. If any sneak in, he will have them shot like rabid dogs, Mexicans, mountain lions, and such animals. I practice every day with my rifle so I can shoot these wild beasts when I grow up.

-A White House nursery composition, 1904

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Proof That God Does Not Exist (or That he's a sadistic bastard) pt 2

Radio Pirate Artichoke: Once More with Passion

Here's the second blow, low as always:

Mr. Bungle - My Ass is on Fire

Isis & Aereogramme - Delial

Meshuggah - Closed Eye Visuals

Battle of Mice - Sleep & Dream

Lair of the Minotaur - The Wolf

Make Up My Mind

Ah, remember remember this burning December. What was gained, what was lost. Analysis, comprehension, planning, acting, victory (and loss). I gained a lot from these days. The most important being a fire in the throat and and burning images in my mind's eye. Fire, shouts, rocks, people. Stories and people. And blood. What will happen now is up to us. But if there is one thing I want to linger on and I believe I should be allowed to is this picture. I could say what I think about it but I wont. I could also try to convince you about how I feel about this picture and why you should feel the same way but I wont do that either. Instead you have to make up your own mind. So go on, make up your mind.