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Totem | City of Joyful Dread
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City of Joyful Dread. I've got a rabbit, it likes to hop. Remember when hate was the way it ought to be,. Not the way it was. Tonight I want to redeem racism. Who do it all wrong. We have come for light. Every time the ball drops,. We’re lost in a masquerade. A warped time continuum. Where the past is the future. Maybe tonight it’s the cops. Maybe tomorrow it’s the cops coming with us. Towards those reoccurring dream-wrapped flames. Where Lucy waltzes with George in a taffeta dress. Lies are dark monsters.
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Tango Zero Hour | City of Joyful Dread
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City of Joyful Dread. I've got a rabbit, it likes to hop. We meet to descend. When you call my name. In the midnight hour. And we’re up all night. Of a broken home. Whenever you want me. Whenever you need me. Someone else will be there. He walks like me. He talks like me. He looks like me. But he won’t dance the dance. Let the dark intellectual violence begin. I once knew someone. Named Crystal Shanda Leer. She was a Sybarite too. January 7, 2015. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here.
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March | 2015 | City of Joyful Dread
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City of Joyful Dread. I've got a rabbit, it likes to hop. Month: March, 2015. March 14, 2015. But whatever happened to 32. The loneliest number that you’ll ever do. The warm body at the end of the bar. Or North One Way. Or West Everybody Knows This Is Nowhere. The ghost of Jason Molina on the jukebox. Is “as lonesome as the world’s first ghost”. Out of the ashes rose. 8220;our day will come”. We can’t even get it on. Vermin Supreme promised me a pony: DNC 2016 photos, quotes and other things. Join 30 oth...
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Southerners | City of Joyful Dread
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City of Joyful Dread. I've got a rabbit, it likes to hop. To the haunted belong the ghosts. Ghosts belong to no one. We belong on coasts. 8220;in search of Eldorado”. Dying in the jacaranda trees. I had a dream about you. We were both Confederates. But we could not endure, permanently,. Half you and half me. I never expected the mystery. I never expected our union would be dissolved. We were far from home. Ten thousand miles from Wollongong. 8220;Down the Valley of the Shadow”. With Atlanta in flames.
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Affirmative action, India-style | City of Joyful Dread
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City of Joyful Dread. I've got a rabbit, it likes to hop. Affirmative action, India-style. Financial Times writer Edward Luce offers the paradigmatic neoliberal critique of affirmative action in the context of his discussion of India’s affirmative action program. Without a more meritocratic and just state, India’s economy will suffer. In this context, isn’t affirmative action not working because India doesn’t have enough of it (i.e. a system created to remedy inequality and injustice ...May 9, 2015.
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Irish Math | City of Joyful Dread
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City of Joyful Dread. I've got a rabbit, it likes to hop. But whatever happened to 32. The loneliest number that you’ll ever do. The warm body at the end of the bar. Or North One Way. Or West Everybody Knows This Is Nowhere. The ghost of Jason Molina on the jukebox. Is “as lonesome as the world’s first ghost”. Out of the ashes rose. 8220;our day will come”. We can’t even get it on. March 14, 2015. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:.
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August | 2014 | City of Joyful Dread
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City of Joyful Dread. I've got a rabbit, it likes to hop. Month: August, 2014. August 22, 2014. LA proved too much for the man. Earthquakes, riots, wildfires, floods. Dateless nights, endless bummers. Clippers and Kings and terrible things. Brass knuckles, scorpions, gambling rings. The Hallmark poet who wrote. We shared a smoke and a smile/as we cruised for a while. The televangelist who said. Don’t worry about tomorrow. Fake pity in the City of Dreadful Joy. Nobody walks in LA. Nobody walks in LA.
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Mohammed Tuaiman | City of Joyful Dread
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City of Joyful Dread. I've got a rabbit, it likes to hop. I dream of drones. I wake up screaming. I pray Insha’allah. I wake up dreaming. On the road to Hareeb. With the mu’adhdin. You can see burned bodies. From the death machines. Terror is black law. Oil is black gold. I’m a black void. I’m 13 years old. They say innocence is only. A failure to warn. But where young brothers die. I dream of drones. I wake up screaming. I pray Insha’allah. I will wake up dreaming. February 12, 2015. Laquo; Previous Post.
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July | 2014 | City of Joyful Dread
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City of Joyful Dread. I've got a rabbit, it likes to hop. Month: July, 2014. July 25, 2014. I’m half the monster. I used to be. Is bad for the soul. Detroit is permanent Katrina. Maybe we can take a permanent vacation. Baby I’m talking to you. Were you up all night. With the wide-eyed spooks. The cool hand Lukes. Were they haunted or exhausted. Will you recognize the rapture. I wish that you would call. No matter what you call me. Now that everybody’s in revolt. All the uncle Toms. Back to where it began.
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Millionaire Rattle | City of Joyful Dread
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City of Joyful Dread. I've got a rabbit, it likes to hop. When you touch me. I hear the millionaire rattle. The sound of mandocellos. I never heard before. December 31, 2014. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:. Address never made public). You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out. You are commenting using your Twitter account. ( Log Out. You are commenting using your Facebook account. ( Log Out. Next Post ».