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Author Archives: that88girl
Catharsis for the Unadorned
It was supposed to begin with a word of respect to Firewater Poetics and Gentrified Minds. Brief odes to the defunct – where I started, and the young – my latest inspiration, respectively; meant to recognize their roles in being … Continue reading
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Do Not Lean On Train Doors
All hail the men and women in blue; this is what we’re taught to do. Night after dogged night, like a cop run ragged by the banality of a an overly familiar beat, a bunnies-on-speed proliferation of television cop shows … Continue reading
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Ring the Alarm
“On strike, shut ‘em down! New York is a union town!” With a solid pair of marching shoes, raised fist at the ready, and red light sirens blaring through my house of consciousness, I joined Communication Workers of America (CWA) … Continue reading
Posted in Aberrationist, Daily Rant, Do or Die. Occupy.
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Bring the Fire. Let this Dragon Begin.
When the sky is an industrial patchwork of stoney grays and every living thing that previously managed to sprout between cracks in concrete just can’t do it anymore, words can be insufficient. While the salt methodically erodes mounds of dirty … Continue reading
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Soldier for Life. Danny Chen, Presente.
“What’s the orange armband for?” In the stark sunlight of the season’s first bitterly cold day, he looked a bit like Santa Claus who took the wrong left at the last intersection and ended up at an immigrant rights rally. … Continue reading
Posted in Do or Die. Occupy., No Justice No Peace
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Mic Check Your Fucking Privilege
It was D17. The infamous day when Trinity Church’s fence was ripped apart and bishops in elegant red robes were arrested by a bunch of blue shirts. It was also the third month of mic-checking business-as-usual. Later that evening, a … Continue reading
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Occupying Disenchantment
Here we go again with the ho-ho-ho-ing and the fake snow blowing. With the shiny happy velvety red, cutely-clad motherfuckers that I’d see joyfully dashing about in every torturous 90-second commercial slot if I still watched TV. Here we go … Continue reading
Posted in Do or Die. Occupy., Holiday Humanity
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