Suburban Exhibitionists (In The Age of Paranoia)

May 31, 2010

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8:30 A.M. Used to be, it was said, a time in which we’d collectively be up and about and drenched in sweat long before that. You’d wake up at four or five in the morning as the cock crows to harvest your day’s meals and your penniless existence. That’s not the case though this 8:30 […]

Two Koreas

May 26, 2010

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North Korean at DMZ

In a status update the other day I announced my perplexity on why in the twenty-first century the civilized world continuously allows itself to be bullied by madmen such as North Korea’s tyrant Kim Jong-Il. Of course it was only a false perplexity, a phony curiosity donned as a loaded question in hope that the […]

Recent Happenings And Transgressions

May 10, 2010

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“R.H.A.T.-a-tat-tat” Zig says as he holds his hands up so as to support and fire an imaginary Tommy Gun. He’s high. Everyone in the car is. “And I mean, like… what is the deal with all this oil spill shit?” he says to Zag. “I don’t know, dude,” Zag says. Zag says to me that […]

The Rat Fiends

May 6, 2010

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“Of the animals that move about on the ground, these are unclean for you: the weasel, the rat, any kind of great lizard” ~ Leviticus 11:29 For the past month or so the C.K.R. household has been under the constant threat, surveillance, and invasion of several unwanted visitors. The descendants of the perpetrators of the […]

Diaries of a Displaced, Deranged Dissident

April 28, 2010

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THE FLIGHT OF THE WHITE KITE WAS THE SIGHT OF THE NIGHT IN SPITE OF THE BLIGHT OF HAVING NO LIGHT 12/06/2009— Apparently, our water is killing us now. We are to join Mexico as a statistical pollutant in the realm of H20. In LA, Silver Lake reservoir, the water was filled with black, plastic […]

Fluids, Among Other Phenomenon

April 16, 2010

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People often ask me, “Why?” and they often seem to often ask that one word with a veiled contempt and indignation; usually the Why in question surrounds the usual implications that I am Totally Fucked Up. Largely that corruption is the fault of my father, who introduced me at the tender age of eleven to […]