"It was a bright cold day in April, and the clocks were striking thirteen." [more]
Pen and paper, my only secure media. Fragments of thoughts like Elanor Rigby electric guitar and a face in a jar by the poor.
Did David in Qatar leak secret documents as an "IT consultant" or "Security Contractor?" When shite hits the fan, enact the magic plan.
Trophies for everybody.
Talking in Code
I wrote a serious story once. It made me sad. I prayed in public and felt much the same, invisible.
I skip many songs because they bore me. I should blog more, but I have concerns they will disappear me.
1984 was the year I was born.
If you find this, know it's a warning. Where is my r3VOLution of Love?
The market is rigged because the banks are rigged and the banks are rigged because the money is rigged. What if I deposit a trillion electronic dollars in every individual account? Will that return power to the people? Perhaps...
Floods and Fires of MetaData
The Red and the Blue teams are both wrong: there are no borders.
Amnesty and Rule of Law are only words. Code is an action.
Knock on my door. Expect me to be armed. You will not threaten those I love. I will heap love on your head like burning coals to cover your hate. Don't mistake my rage for pain. Don't mistake my pain for fear. [more]
Everyone is a Traitor and no one a Patriot. [more]