The ballet of the pen is at times, divine
With Mom, you had to pay proper attention. Almost superhuman attention. But she understood that Wisdom doesn’t go on sale. There’s no bargain basement priced Wisdom. If you want Wisdom, you must pay Wisdom’s price. And you pay by paying attention.
“I did warn you not to trust me”
The real ones. The backwards ones. I buried them. All over. That’s the secret. From Yellow Gap Trail in Pisgah National Forest to Abiquiu, New Mexico, I buried my notebooks.
Just saying.
I am still not a spy. And I was never here. Shitfuck
So, as a non-Russia hating, radical, subversive hacker whose formal education was in Chemistry, speaks the wrong languages, thinks Israel commits war crimes and that America does as well, is embedded in the center of the proving grounds of the Military Industrial Complex and whose entire life was spent under the tutelage of a father that essentially made the Surveillance State possible, I just want to say, for the record: I am not a spy.
What about the South choosing to starve the global cotton market instead of flooding it? Because that was incredibly stupid.
little tracks everywhere
“… I bugged the Scotch bottle.” “Don’t be an idiot. I bugged the Scotch bottle.”
Game of wits. Fought with words. Thought. Ideas. But how terroristic of me. Freedom of thought has been disallowed here so long – I get it, but it is easy … Continue reading GAME OF WITS. May the best idea win. Buckle up, assholes. (*Even if said asshole is a relation.)
The President has about as much control as the Queen of England It’s How We Play Chess, right?
serene 