Impossible things are happening
human marsupials sort of
wandering around my neighbourhood
legally defined as normal adults
with their addicted adolescent sidekicks
Mistakes Were NOT Made: An Anthem for Justice
The following poem was inspired by a conversation with Mike Yeadon. We have both independently noticed the increasing use of terms like “bungled” and “blunder” to describe the crimes against humanity perpetrated under the cloak of COVID. Even well-meaning people who share similar values and goals sometimes fall into this trap being set by those preparing their parachute jump from culpability.
How the Deadly Vapor Changed the World Forever
This vapor, the town criers cried, could kill you at any time, anywhere. You could get it by talking, breathing, or singing. You could get it by standing or walking too closely to someone. You could even get it by playing. And the scariest thing of all—you could get it and not even know you had it.
Still Free
my true rebellion is in my refusal to submit to a lie that paralyzes the world
like a tuft of grass i sway with the wind
still free
Don’t talk about the situation
Let’s talk about nice things
And feign a connection as you take me by the
hand
Down the path to hell.
Refuse to be afraid! Freedom is fearless love.
We must declare independence from the society of fear and declare our dependence upon the freedom of nature. A declaration that says that freedom is fearless love and that a society of fear can never know freedom.
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