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Diaries

Murder in Houston

 photo shante_zpsjgv2w3cw.jpgLate Sunday in Houston midtown, a few blocks from bars and restaurants, Shante Thompson and Willie Sims were shot to death. Police say they may have been beaten with a crowbar before the shooting transpired.

Witnesses say a group of up eight people armed with several weapons swarmed a transgender woman and a man out in the street.

It really hurts me. I have always looked for Shante. I was always been there for her. When I got the call and saw her laying on the ground it really hurt my heart.

--Kevin Braxton, friend of Ms. Thompson

SNAP-TO DRESSER

I suppose most people know that Hillary wore the same outfit to the (first?) Democratic debate that she wore when meeting the Goldman-Sachs CEO in 2014 – a golden yellow, high-collar, somewhat Oriental thing that I call her Early Chinga Dynasty outfit. That's Chinga as in “Chinga a sus madres”.

The Other Side Of The Family

Because “Because Fuck This Shit” is just so right, feels so good when you say it.

Because We The People are in an abusive relationship with the 1%.

Because We are angry and tired of being abused, fucked with, dismissed.

Because Fuck This Shit. Motherfuckers.

The Other Side Of The Family…

Yes I said I would cut off Your Father’s dick if I saw him at your graduation. Bad dog, very bad dog. So sorry. Very Sorry.

Hellraisers Journal: Gaylord Wilshire Calls for General Strike to Free Moyer, Haywood & Pettibone


If the workers take a notion,
They can stop all speeding trains;
Every ship upon the ocean
They can tie with mighty chains.
-Joe Hill
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Wednesday April 11, 1906
Wilshire's Magazine: Editorial Calls for General Strike

Moyer and Haywood, Wilshire's Magazine, 1906.png

on the personal and political

the more alienated I feel.

I woke this morning with an array of seemingly disparate thoughts. Yet, they were mostly spurred from a rambling conversation with friends, last night.

First, the dream snippet I woke up remembering:

"I always wanted to be a death farmer."
Pained, horrified, confused and concerned faces reflected back at her.
"It's not what it seems. I want you to harvest the bounty of your dreams."

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