Category Archives: Gibberish

Eyes on the Prize

This is what she wants most in the world. Or, at least, what she needs most in the world. Equality. To be treated with dignity and respect, and to be able to treat others the same way without weakening her … Continue reading

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Tinderparts

History is full of bad situations that turned out for the best. You could even argue that the entire human experience has been one of bad situations turning out for the best, or good situations turning out for the worst. … Continue reading

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KBO

Kept the faith. Kept indoors. Kept my head up. Kept an eye on it. Kept making mistakes. Kept my arms inside the window at all times. Kept my scars. Kept lucky. Kept unemployed. Kept demons at bay. Kept procrastinating. Kept … Continue reading

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Technobsolescence

By 2038, the world no longer used razor blades. At least, not for the removal of bodily hair. This was not because humanity had – finally – relinquished its socially constructed obsession with beauty standards and polished appearance. Alas, the … Continue reading

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Concatenation

An irritating, and painful, habit of mine is the chewing away at the inside of my own mouth. Biting so hard that blood is regularly drawn. Chomping the flesh as if it were a legitimate snack. Disappointingly, I have absolutely … Continue reading

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Sylvia Pankhurst on the 1916 Rising

Originally posted on the irish revolution:
Sylvia Pankhurst was a leader of the struggle for women’s right to vote in Britain. ┬áPrimarily involved in organising working class women in the East End of London, she was increasingly attracted to Marxism.…

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Nothing’s ever on

CLICK “…you. That. Yes, that. The thing in your bloody hand, what do you think I mean?! Anyhow…fuck is it for? All you little bastards have it now – carryin’ it around like it’s a status symbol, or badge of … Continue reading

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