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Right there, clear as day, there’s Doug E. Fresh dancing.  Where the fuck was the Get-Fresh Crew?  Did Slick Rick know about this shit?  What the Fuck Was This, Right?
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“You know my friend, right?”
This is Anti-Disney talking, a long-time friend, an artist, a brain with deep emotions and character scars: a born-connector.  He is also [...]

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Guy Debord’s autobiography, like the man himself, was cryptic.  It is full of references to history and very little of those references are, specifically about his part in it.  As a scarred prophet of the Spectacular Times we live in, his was antibiography.  One of the greatest rebellions in this world where exposure is expected, [...]

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At it’s best, conspiracy theory can take on the quality of a “trial by fear.”  The unnerving cognitive dissonance between the information and interpretations it presents and what is shelled out by corporate/governmental media and schooling can seriously scare the shit out of someone.  This, in turn, can loosen up perceptual imprints and make way [...]

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It’s a few quasi-paranoids in a basement, smoking White Owls and cloves, listening to one of those unsung classics of early millenium hip-hop with a conspiratorial-satori-al thread.  The smoke is weaving through the air like needle and thread through a mended shirt or a rug.
Grizzly Adam,  he whose beard made him look like a Russian [...]

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Okay, here it is.  Time to go.
Back when I only was thinking about doing a blog like this, I used to read a guy with the handle Channel Null.  He was in to hynosis, magick, actualizing hizdmanself and other such things.  One day, he up and declared his site was an energy sink and that [...]

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What We’re Leaving Behind

It has been months, hasn’t it?  Not because there aren’t a slew of half-written things in the cue, waiting to get done–there are, in fact.  Thing is, when I sit on them for a minute, I find it hard to go back to them.  They somehow don’t seem as pressing as they once did when I [...]

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It’s not Kerry Thornley.  And it’s certainly not Francis E. Dec.  For the last six months, though, there have been single page fliers taped across Flushing having to do with (the) (a) Conspiracy.
They’ve been taped up on the door of the empty remnants of the once-might Washington Mutual Bank on Main Street.  They’ve been taped [...]

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Sign of the Times?

As I enter the subway near Bryant Park past midnight a week back, I see an orange sticker stuck just above head-level at the bottom of the stairs.  It is a sticker decrying immigrants–how they smell, look, the crime the bring, blah, blah, blah.  The sticker encourages those who feel the same to contact the [...]

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I’ve been silent for awhile, I admit.  Perhaps I’ve been stuck.  Or perhaps I’ve just been standing in the middle of the intersection too long, but the lights are changing and I better find my way back on the walkway before I get hit by something completely avoidable.
So I suppose It’s time to clear out [...]

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