Our Mother stands violated in the name of our constant thirst for ROI. Toxins bleed into the womb from whence we crawled millions of years ago on our way to the canopy, from which we would in turn descend many millions of years later still.
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It was made cliché in an old airline commercial, I know, but there really is something to be said for sitting amongst a group of other humans – or across the table from just one – and getting ideas out in the open, in person. No keyboards, no webcams, no e-mail, no newsgroups, no...
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We are forces of chaos and anarchy Everything they say we are, we are And we are very proud of ourselves Up against the wall Up against the wall, motherfucker Tear down the the wall… - Jefferson Airplane, “We Can Be Together”  Over the past year I’ve received not one, but two object lessons...
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