in the name of the father: gareth peirce immortal
the beautiful tommy lagestam
what is tommy?
an elegant living art work, a model, an organizer, publicist, sagittarius, adventurer, fashionista, activist, pundit . . .
the most lovely . . .
tommy is freedom, and drive, tommy is understanding and entrepreneurial, he is young and he is golden.
we met at radmansgatan near strindberg's apartment.
the geomagnetic energy was keen here, it tied me there, where beautiful things transpired.
i met the temple rabbi, and tommy's chloe sevigny look alike best friend. i wrote myself out of a box, merely to get in another one.
the assange luncheon tickets are free and saling. 2 day auction. i dont know if means it, other purchasers reneg.?
pondering the email to write:
slavojulian you can have my entire worth plus laptops, plus years of devotion. reasonable?
wondering how everyone is feeling?
reading of the law twist again.
mystery, and yet, i understand well.
i feel worried someone read something i wrote regarding all male law firms and bombastic lawyers singing karaoke.
and the necessity of jennifer robinson's voice, or a woman's voice more generally, ah so, gareth peirce's voice. indeed.
prior to understanding the gareth peirce transition, i was getting quite anxious about the pressure on jennifer robinson, and the needfulness of a woman's voice.
especially in light of the misprision regarding sweden and women.
the espionage courts with their torture legal counsel yoo, are proceeding.
so if the plane is exploding on the earth anyway, why not have the most elegant descent?
but i feel suddenly, everything will be fine.
as a change in legal team structure becomes reflective of the human need for constant information, stimulation through change!
aha new drapes! excitement!
but the depth of the tone is now set.
gareth is tone. she is torture. she is human rights incarnate as an eternal flame of prophetic grace.
her notoriety notwithstanding, her writing exceeds, her web presence supporting bradley manning in videoblog format. she is making way, for a future i could at least not despise, this side of the gulag or that. she is hope, a vertical ophelia, cutting through the mysteries of the realm into deeper puzzles of torture, rendition, hooded detainees, the operant racism embodied in this warcraft theatre of torture.
gitmo.
her plaintive sonorous voice, coupled with her lucid sphinx like calm, embodies the best of what moved the information revolution so far into this future.
she is . . .
she will . . .
and all the good work of all, applauded, as
opponent of british islamaphobia, the new racism so perfectly utterable and sanitized amongst the slaves of old media, who prate as their tv boxes tell them to
inanities more inane by cablelight
less judicious by the second, and indeed seeming perversely sadistic by the hour . . .
so might we go gentle into that good night
by gareth peirce's hand and book
***
like rearranging the furniture, everything is suddenly better, when nothing is so different. and new faces have no history to malign in the sine wave of this case . . .
the WSJ was telling.
heaven help me for caring, i would rather write less these days and perhaps knit, whilst listening to a computer robot voice read me cables.
but even then . . . my listlessness feels all the more aggravated.
putting a bid on lunch again seems a funny game, as the flip up switch is on. and sooooo funny ebay.co.uk can abide it.
i just shudder to imagine what carcassses will grace the julian assange slavoj jijek luncheon.
We Are The Living Graves of Murdered Beasts
~ George Bernard Shaw
We are the living graves of murdered beasts
Slaughtered to satisfy our appetites
We never pause to wonder at our feasts
If animals, like men, can possibly have rights
We pray on Sundays that we may have light
To guide our footsteps on the path we tread
We’re sick of war We do not want to fight
The thought of it now fills our hearts with dread
And yet we gorge ourselves upon the dead
Like carrion crows we live and feed on meat
Regardless of the suffering and pain
We cause by doing so. If thus we treat
Defenseless animals for sport or gain
How can we hope in this world to attain
the PEACE we say we are so anxious for
We pray for it o’er hecatombs of slain
To God, while outraging the moral law
Thus cruelty begets its offspring: war.
right as a light rhyme.
if i, imperiatrix, might request, the entire lunch would be both human and animal rights oriented.
and that is where it is lovely to note that the journalist who helped divulge to the larger body unbeknowns
the gareth peirce development
journalist tom hayden seems to have a keen liking towards the animals.
gareth peirce has numerous articles on torture with the london review of books.
"Torture is the deliberate infliction of pain by a state on captive persons. It is prohibited and so is the use of its product. The UN Convention against Torture and Other Cruel, Inhuman or Degrading Treatment or Punishment emphasises that there are no exceptional circumstances at all justifying its use, whether state of war or threat of war or any other public emergency; none of these may be invoked as a justification. Orders from superiors are explicitly excluded as a defence, and moreover the Convention requires that wherever the torture occurred and whatever the nationality of the torturer or victim, parties must prosecute or extradite perpetrators to a country that is willing to prosecute them."
etc.
http://www.lrb.co.uk/v31/n09/gareth-peirce/make-sure-you-say-that-you-were-treated-properly
perhaps it was the fee arrangements pressing the tawdry sexist hustler cash, and hence forward, the case might take a higher ground.
emphasis to be conciliatory
and human rights oriented . . .
a girl with ts eliot verse tattoo-ed on her arm truly stunned me.
it was a dreadful day gestern, thinking of fukushima a lot, and the massive amounts of foodstuffs and petroleum and cars that drive american culture and illusion of freedom, being commodity demonstrant. driving car seems peculiarly twisted and old world, after living in a city of the future with exceptional transit . . .
bambuser kids from kenya heart
an elegant living art work, a model, an organizer, publicist, sagittarius, adventurer, fashionista, activist, pundit . . .
the most lovely . . .
tommy is freedom, and drive, tommy is understanding and entrepreneurial, he is young and he is golden.
we met at radmansgatan near strindberg's apartment.
the geomagnetic energy was keen here, it tied me there, where beautiful things transpired.
i met the temple rabbi, and tommy's chloe sevigny look alike best friend. i wrote myself out of a box, merely to get in another one.
the assange luncheon tickets are free and saling. 2 day auction. i dont know if means it, other purchasers reneg.?
pondering the email to write:
slavojulian you can have my entire worth plus laptops, plus years of devotion. reasonable?
wondering how everyone is feeling?
reading of the law twist again.
mystery, and yet, i understand well.
i feel worried someone read something i wrote regarding all male law firms and bombastic lawyers singing karaoke.
and the necessity of jennifer robinson's voice, or a woman's voice more generally, ah so, gareth peirce's voice. indeed.
prior to understanding the gareth peirce transition, i was getting quite anxious about the pressure on jennifer robinson, and the needfulness of a woman's voice.
especially in light of the misprision regarding sweden and women.
the espionage courts with their torture legal counsel yoo, are proceeding.
so if the plane is exploding on the earth anyway, why not have the most elegant descent?
but i feel suddenly, everything will be fine.
as a change in legal team structure becomes reflective of the human need for constant information, stimulation through change!
aha new drapes! excitement!
but the depth of the tone is now set.
gareth is tone. she is torture. she is human rights incarnate as an eternal flame of prophetic grace.
her notoriety notwithstanding, her writing exceeds, her web presence supporting bradley manning in videoblog format. she is making way, for a future i could at least not despise, this side of the gulag or that. she is hope, a vertical ophelia, cutting through the mysteries of the realm into deeper puzzles of torture, rendition, hooded detainees, the operant racism embodied in this warcraft theatre of torture.
gitmo.
her plaintive sonorous voice, coupled with her lucid sphinx like calm, embodies the best of what moved the information revolution so far into this future.
she is . . .
she will . . .
and all the good work of all, applauded, as
opponent of british islamaphobia, the new racism so perfectly utterable and sanitized amongst the slaves of old media, who prate as their tv boxes tell them to
inanities more inane by cablelight
less judicious by the second, and indeed seeming perversely sadistic by the hour . . .
so might we go gentle into that good night
by gareth peirce's hand and book
***
like rearranging the furniture, everything is suddenly better, when nothing is so different. and new faces have no history to malign in the sine wave of this case . . .
the WSJ was telling.
heaven help me for caring, i would rather write less these days and perhaps knit, whilst listening to a computer robot voice read me cables.
but even then . . . my listlessness feels all the more aggravated.
putting a bid on lunch again seems a funny game, as the flip up switch is on. and sooooo funny ebay.co.uk can abide it.
i just shudder to imagine what carcassses will grace the julian assange slavoj jijek luncheon.
We Are The Living Graves of Murdered Beasts
~ George Bernard Shaw
We are the living graves of murdered beasts
Slaughtered to satisfy our appetites
We never pause to wonder at our feasts
If animals, like men, can possibly have rights
We pray on Sundays that we may have light
To guide our footsteps on the path we tread
We’re sick of war We do not want to fight
The thought of it now fills our hearts with dread
And yet we gorge ourselves upon the dead
Like carrion crows we live and feed on meat
Regardless of the suffering and pain
We cause by doing so. If thus we treat
Defenseless animals for sport or gain
How can we hope in this world to attain
the PEACE we say we are so anxious for
We pray for it o’er hecatombs of slain
To God, while outraging the moral law
Thus cruelty begets its offspring: war.
right as a light rhyme.
if i, imperiatrix, might request, the entire lunch would be both human and animal rights oriented.
and that is where it is lovely to note that the journalist who helped divulge to the larger body unbeknowns
the gareth peirce development
journalist tom hayden seems to have a keen liking towards the animals.
gareth peirce has numerous articles on torture with the london review of books.
"Torture is the deliberate infliction of pain by a state on captive persons. It is prohibited and so is the use of its product. The UN Convention against Torture and Other Cruel, Inhuman or Degrading Treatment or Punishment emphasises that there are no exceptional circumstances at all justifying its use, whether state of war or threat of war or any other public emergency; none of these may be invoked as a justification. Orders from superiors are explicitly excluded as a defence, and moreover the Convention requires that wherever the torture occurred and whatever the nationality of the torturer or victim, parties must prosecute or extradite perpetrators to a country that is willing to prosecute them."
etc.
http://www.lrb.co.uk/v31/n09/gareth-peirce/make-sure-you-say-that-you-were-treated-properly
perhaps it was the fee arrangements pressing the tawdry sexist hustler cash, and hence forward, the case might take a higher ground.
emphasis to be conciliatory
and human rights oriented . . .
a girl with ts eliot verse tattoo-ed on her arm truly stunned me.
it was a dreadful day gestern, thinking of fukushima a lot, and the massive amounts of foodstuffs and petroleum and cars that drive american culture and illusion of freedom, being commodity demonstrant. driving car seems peculiarly twisted and old world, after living in a city of the future with exceptional transit . . .
bambuser kids from kenya heart
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