The Community Delusion

There is justice as well as bluntness in Benjamin Tucker's criticism:

"What gives value to land?" asks Rev. Hugh O. Pentecost. And he answers: "The presence of population -- the community. Then rent, or the value of land, morally belongs to the community." What gives value to Mr. Pentecost's preaching?The presence of population -- the community. Then Mr. Pentecost's salary, or the value of his preaching, morally belongs to the community.

Tucker, Instead of a Book, p. 357

An Ode to Darkness

Exit Music

Wake... from your sleep
The drying of your tears
Today.. we escape
We escape.

Pack and get dressed
Before your father hears us
Before.. all hell.. breaks loose.

Breathe... keep breathing
Don’t lose.. your nerve.
Breathe... keep breathing
I can’t do this.. alone.

Sing us a song
A song to keep us warm
There’s such a chill
Such a chill.

You can laugh
A spineless laugh
We hope that your rules and wisdom choke you
Now we are one
In everlasting peace

We hope that you choke.. that you choke
We hope that you choke.. that you choke
We hope that you choke.. that you choke

I Wake Up Alone

Amy Winehouse: I wake up alone

It's okay in a day, I'm staying busy
Tied up enough so I don’t have to wonder where is he
Got so sick of crying
So just lately
When I catch myself I do a 180
I stay up clean the house
At least I'm not drinking
Run around just so I don't have to think about thinking
That silent sense of content
That everyone gets
Just disappears as soon as the sun sets

His face in my dreams, seizing my guts
He floods me with dread
Soaked to the soul
He swims in my eyes by the bed
Pour myself over him
Moon spilling in
And I wake up alone
Bothers my heart
I'd rather be restless
The second I stop the sleep catches up and I'm breathless
Got this ache in my chest
Cuz my day is done now
The dark covers me and I cannot run now
My blood running cold
I stand before him
It's all I can do to assure him
When he comes to me
I drip for him tonight
Drowning in me, we bathe under blue light

His face in my dreams, seizing my guts
He floods me with dread
Soaked to the soul
He swims in my eyes by the bed
Pour myself over him
Moon spilling in
And I wake up alone

Warning: This post contains some negative energy. If you are already in a bad mood, I recommend that you come back later.

Here is what I learnt recently: This country is going down the drain for so many intricate reasons, but the most direct downer of all is the family unit. Your family is very likely the first to bring you down if you try to differ from the norm, do something good for yourself— or, God forbids do something good for your country! As we all know, the norm is being a passive bystander wimp who does nothing. Your own family are in many cases the first to stab you in the back, and boy does it hurt!

I am not angry, no, anger will damage Me the most. I refuse to give anybody this satisfaction.

I will control my own destiny someday..someday soon…tomorrow will be Mine…

I always liked to talk to mama. Me and her are very different, but she is a very good listener most of the time. I realize now that I should stop that! I can’t trust mama with my future plans, because, like dad, she’ll do everything she can to stop me from doing anything she classifies as ‘not in My best interest’. So, like him, she can’t be trusted or befriended. My interest being defined–of course– as: anything She could have done without feeling bad or embarrassed about it, or criticized for.

Dad has a different definition of my best interest. But I noticed that their definitions, though they may differ, converge in the end on very similar courses of action. (and in the recurring incident of them not agreeing on doing what dad thinks, dad –being the Captain of the ship- calls the shot, with so many cursing and cussing to explain his point. And this name-calling is, of course, rightfully claimed by those on board the ship who would dare to oppose his supreme command in an audible manner!)


I don’t need to be harsh with her, though, and make her lose sleep at night.. I’ll go kiss her and tell her I didn’t mean some of what I said.


A was right, yet again. He told me to soothe them and tell them what they want to hear. Stupid me! I still had some wishful thinking regarding mama. My bad!

It’s alright though, I am learning.

Hope it’s not too late.

I give you Björk...A Wander-Lust...

Björk - Volta - 02 - Wanderlust.mp3
(click to listen)

I am leaving this harbour
Giving urban a farewell
Its habitants seem too keen on God!
I cannot stomach their rights and wrongs

I have lost my origin
And I don´t want to find it again
Whether sailing into nature´s laws
And be held by ocean´s paws

Wanderlust! relentlessly craving
Wanderlust! peel off the layers
Until we get to the core

Did I imagine it would be like this?
Was it something like this I wished for?
Or will I want more?

Lust for comfort
Suffocates the soul
Relentless restlessness
Liberates me (sets me free)

I feel at home
Whenever the unknown surrounds me
I receive its embrace
Aboard my floating house

Wanderlust! relentlessly craving
Wanderlust! peel off the layers
Until we get to the core

Did I imagine it would be like this?
Was it something like this I wished for?
Or will I want more?

Wanderlust! from island to island
Wanderlust! united in movement
Wonderful! I´m joined with you

Wanderlust!

Can you spot a pattern?

(relentlessly restless)

Take a Child With You خد معاك طفل

As you grow older,
take a child with you
That you may learn anew
The magic of a lightning bug
and the warmth of a sudden hug.

And please,
join her eye to eye and see
How frightful this great big world can be
...

And should she want to know
What happens when one dies
Talk of caterpillars and butterflies.

Jack Stovall

Hi Everybody!

I'm blogging again. This poem I had hung up on a wall in my room when I was 15, along with another poem by an e-friend of mine - whom i was crazy about :D- and some of my favorite quotes back then. I'll put the quotes later.

I hope you don't infer from this poem that I believe in an afterlife. I believe that it is both unlikely and undesirable. Unlikely because there is no 'solid' evidence of otherwise. Undesirable-or at least should be so- because,- like all the pain we have in life- though we try hard at avoiding death, it's the expectation of such a termination of life that makes living all the more meaningful and interesting.

So, like everybody else, I fear death and decay... and pain, and failure, and gaining weight when I binge on my favorite 'comfort food'. But that's precisely why I care about my friends, and live to the utmost and exercise! And I'm Glaaaad i do all these things. If taking away death takes away life from me as well-which it does- then no thanks!( Not that I ever would face that choice :P)

We all are butterfly wannabes! We want to shed this mortal skin of ours and fly, troubleless, unbounded by the commitments and the obligations. Alright then, keep yearning, look up, aim at the horizon, but do Not get disappointed when you meet some vicious wind, this is the same wind that will carry you higher later.

Hopefully at some point along the way, you will realize you Are the butterfly. And you can fly in ways you never thought possible.

ترجمتى الكحيانه للقصيده

و انت بتكبر
خد معاك طفل(ه)
عشان تتعلم حاجه جديده
سحر الحباحب
و دفء الحضن المفاجىء

و أرجوك،
بص لها فى عينيها عشان تشوف
أد ايه الدنيا دى ممكن نبقى مخيفه
و لو هى حبيت تعرف
بيحصل ايه لما الواحد يموت
قولها على اليرقات و الفراشات.

هاى يا جماعه!
رجعت ادون تانى. القصيده دى كانت متعلقه فى الأوضه بتاعتى و انا عندى 15 سنه، معاها قصيده تانيه كتبها ولد اعرفه من على النت-كنت باحبه اوى ايامها – و شوية جمل مقتبساها. هابقى انشرها بعدين.

أرجو إن ماحدش يستنتج من القصيده ى أنى باعتقد فى حياه بعد الموت. انا شايفه إن حاجه زى كده غير محتمله و غير مرغوب فيها. غير محتمله لإنه مافيش دليل حقيقى على العكس. مش مرغوب فيها – او على الاقل ده المفروض- لإن، –زى كل الم تانى فى حياتنا-على الرغم من إننا بنحاول نتفاداه، توقعاتنا إن حياتنا دى هتنتهى هو الى بيخلى الحياه ليها معنى و تستاهل.

يعنى، انا –زيى زى اى حد- بخاف من الموت و التحلل... و من الالم و من الفشل و من إن لما باكّتّر حبيتين فى الأكل لمابابقى باكل حاجه بحبها اوى باتخن. بس مالخوف ده هو الى بيخلينى اهتم باصحابى، اعيش حياتى أد ماقدر، و العب رياضه! و انا مبسسسسسسسسوطه اوى إنى باعمل كل ده. يعنى لو الى هياخد منى الموت هياخد معاه الحياه، يبقى لا، شكرا! (قال يعنى انا عندى الاختيار ده اصلا!)
احنا كلنا عايزين نبقى فراشات. عايزين نتخلص من القشره دى و نطير: من غير مشاكل، من غير التزامات او واجبات. كلام جميل، خليك عايز، خليك باصص لفوق، خلي الافق هدفك. بس بشرط واحد: ماتحبطش لو قابلتك رياح جامده، لإن هى دى نفس الرياح الى هتخدك بعد كده لفوق.
و اتمنى إنك عند نقطه معينه، هتعرف(ى) إنك انت دلوقتى فعلا فراشه. و إنك بتعرف تطير بطرق ماكنتش تعرف إنها موجوده اصلا.

Pussycat Dolls - I Don't Need A Man

talk about guuuuuuuuuurl power! :)