Capital works by separating the body politic from what it can do.

Dearest poets, kindly compatriots all
This one is for you.

Yes you're the one.
Murder your manners
You uppity rung grippers.

Fucking them's too kind.

Begins with you only you

Sonny Boy Williamson
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Some people say them oversea blues ain't bad
(spoken: Why, of course they are)
Some people say them oversea blues ain't bad
(spoken: What was a-matter with 'em?!)
It must not a-been them oversea blues I had

Every day seem like murder here
(spoken: My God, I'm no sheriff)
Every day seem like murder here
I'm gonna leave tomorrow, I know you don't bid my care

components for a space-based kinetic-kill vehicle (KKV)
1. a bear trap
2. spy plane
3. an erection
4. Canadian biathelete
5. dong or wang
6. horrific vision
7. a puny shield
8. anal sex and cheesy poofs
9. the Alps against the cock
10. "you bend over and get the black bear experience"
11. a snook
12. a prescription drug benefit
13. cock sparrows
14. Klan member
15. used condom protecting Moscow
16. 6-foot high ice sculpture of a penis
17. a 1973 Texas statute
18. a lone Koala
19. physical closeness
20. loaded gun in teddy bear
21. Alabama Woman
22. a leash on dangerous dogs
23. Mel the aficionado
24. a young polar bear
25. grandparents’ beef stick
26. elimination of debate
27. bunnypoker bear furniture
28. abused elephant’s galactic vagina
29. Cock-fighting operation
30. Wal-Mart values
31. a hole

The pure commodity is "a consumer item in which there is no longer anything that is supposed to remind us how it came into being".

So much of an Afghan life occurs in secret. A young woman I met in Jalalabad had, in defiance of the edict against female education, taught herself English by book and radio. Now she was thinking of organizing an illegal home school. I'm told that women often smuggle heroin and other contraband because they feel immune from search - no women are still employed by customs to search them. What other dreams, successes, and business dealings take place in that world beneath the burka?

"Beef tongue and hot sauce. Hot sauce my ass."
"NOBODY GETS OFFED THAT DON'T DESERVE IT" (NEW ORLEANS)

Do you know who Karl Marx is? I asked.

He know about Marx-Lenin. He know their system.

Can you describe that system?

He don't know too much, but he know. Marx-Lenin system is very strong and strict. If they tell you do, then you must do, dead or alive. About the rule of Karl Marx they always make the tough rule. If they want you to go you have to go; if they tell you to stop you have to stop, tell you to turn right you have to turn right; you can't say no. If you say no they going to punish you.

And Mao, do you know about him?

China, said the general with a happy smile.
Has he ever read the works of Mao?

Never. He never have time for reading. For his own idea, never agree with Communism, he added unexpectedly.

Did you have a happy life in the Pol Pot time?

No, unhappy.

Why?

They made us adapt ourselves. The soldier need to take care for the border and the women and the child work in the farm to develop country, like a big group. In the Communist system, must work in team.

And what was your job?

First time, he work like a citizen, work in a farm. After that he work in army camp.

When did you first see a killed person, in the Lon Nol time or the Pol Pot time?

Pol Pot time.

When was that?

1975, after Lon Nol finish.

As I've stated many, many times before, I work in an office. Not just any office. I can't tell you the name of the company, because I never truly know who's reading this, and I say things that could get me fired. I do things that could get me fired. I shoulda been fired three years ago. I stroll in at least ten minutes late every day. Grinding and brewing coffee is more important than answering the phone most of the time. There are mutated green plastic army men on top of my computer monitor. They're mutated because I had a small torch, a utility knife, time, Krazy glue, and the dark motivation that comes from deep within to cut off several tiny heads and glue them all onto one soldier's shoulder. I use cans of compressed air to clean my desk because I'm too lazy to just wipe it down. There's a spot on the side of my mouse that's all worn smooth from my thumb resting there constantly. My gel-filled wrist-wrest has indents because my fingers sit on the home-row at all times. Those little ridges that are usually on the 'F' and 'J' keys are non-existent. The carpet in the narrow space behind my desk is littered with rubber bands from rubber-band fights. My mad Romanian co-worker calls them "gum bands." European people are funny. I have a wooden ruler in my desktop caddy that says the name of my company "= EVIL" in red Sharpie. The carpet is stained all throughout the office. The stench of stale cigarettes lingers in the shipping area. One time, I talked a co-worker into standing on the forks of the forklift while I raised it all the way to the top of the 20-foot ceiling. He was so close to the top that he had to crouch down to fit between the forks and the corrugated metal. I left him there for ten minutes. Maybe I'm the one who's evil. One summer afternoon saw me and a co-worker driving around Southfield, still on the clock, hitting a bong and laughing our asses off. Out in back, there are dumpster kitties that are more important to me than the bullshit conference calls that last two hours too long where some Executive Vice President rambles on about accountability, and his yes-men talk about the weather or repeat the same stupid problem or question over and over again, ad nauseum. I DON'T FUCKING CARE IF IT'S RAINING IN WILMINGTON, OHIO, YOU FUCKS!