Free ------ dum.

I've been so lucky in life to be the by-product of cross-culturing -- an interesting mix between sometimes paradoxical dichotomy.  I must admit it's been quite the fight and the tension experienced due to such a formula has, up to this point, left me void of processing identity and therein I find difficulty in those steps that follow with a fully (as near as one can get) processed identity.  That's not to say identity is static by any means, quite the contrary.
I suppose the point I'm attempting to reach is that I've been in slow in figuring out in life what is important to me and with which things I tend to identify.  And that brings me to one I find important after many experiences this remains ---->
Freedom is a symbol (as any word) with too many referents.  Unfortunately for humans our inefficient communication (symbols and referents) leads to an exceptional amount of cross-and-intra-cultural miscommunication.  Now dammit we need to neurological evolve and physically mutate to be able to communicate in sonar like dolphins and whales!  Anyway, that's a rant for another time, one I am taking time to research and hoping one day to deeply delve into the subject....
back to the point at hand -- freedom. 
I suppose a word to cross-reference my idea would be autonomy. 
Having lived in locales with no rule of law, others with little and mostly ignored, surveillance state, rigid European norms, rules, etc. for everything ... und so weiter.  I've found in all I've conducted myself the same and not according to the cliche that humans will act selfishly and somehow evil if there is no law or norm/standard for every act for every living moment of our day.  I behave as myself without the micromanaging by a police, camera, by-law, familial member, boss, etc..... and I think I'm far from alone with this. 
It's getting to the point where authorities in this world are feeling power shift; the imminent threat of losing what they deem "theirs".  Just like a stubborn and shitty parent who, rather than grant autonomy (and all the principles attached to this) to a "rebelling" teenager, strangles and attempts to smoother (i.e. control) their child... we all know how this story ends.  We also know the inevitable always happens and that teenager breaks free and processes an identity that they can consider their own.  Sometimes such a battle is indeed intense and dangerous.  Collateral in a battle of wills can extend horizontally and vertically bringing down much in it's wake. 
I know that is a shitty and undeveloped metaphor filled with holes but I think one can understand to which it is I refer...........
Powers-that-be are not a boogie-man metaphor.  They literally are institutions with groups and individuals intent on power and control.  Men and women with deep issues filled with skewed perceptions of reality and what it means to be human.  A few have the clarity to see the world for what it has become and the extremely negative consequences due to their actions and policies but are drunk on power and greed to stop -- filed with insatiable desire for adoration and gratification. 
My point... the harder you squeeze the longer you may hold and control but the larger the reaction.  As the pendulum now swings in it's critical mass, take heed, and be prepared for the pendulum to swing in it's opposite direction.
All I seek is autonomy for myself.  Autonomy for those with which I network.  A world where much is based on mutuality.  A Freedum of unnecessary bureaucracy and complexities... A simplicity...
Fuck me; I know such a thing is a paradise lost and not to be seen with my living eyes BUT knock me out and bury me alive if I ever stop attempting to form that world with those forces that I have in my orbital dance. 

empty

It's always easier to speak in code, cliche, etc. and organize syntax into a rhythmic beat so that a reader is better off getting lost in the melody of the writing rather than finding the true meaning of what the author is attempting to transmit.  That is when the writer is a cowardly poet such as myself.  At times I have the clarity of mind to communicate a direct and clear message...something with meaning.  More often than not it suites me better to speak in code so that none can directly confront what it is I communicate -- oftentimes I haven't the slightest of what it is I want to fucking say but feel the need to puke out some words so they are not crammed and repressed in my entity.  Other times I feel empty.  Many times I feel empty.  And I stop writing...like so.............................................................................................................................................................................................................................................

2 neu

1. For Sara -
It's a grind to channel the foundational which is void of the insatiable...
it's content avoids nonsense and quickly defined is,
"the engine for our motive; our metaphorical locomotive",
and down to the core where the naked is norm
we find no use for justification
and happily accept anything adept
to feel a life connection...
the dance with an unknown the grinding of bones
a realization, "we're never alone"
and that comes with a must:
never stop seeking my Kindred Stardust
--- alone a reason for living. 

2. When you change your position in relation to a "center" with which you metaphorically experience gravitational pull (e.g. relationships, occupations, etc.) there, if one gives heed, you find what/who you are -- that which you are made of; your history, genetics, biological traces (stardust), your evils/demons, your angels, traits, habits, etc. And as you find those new forces with which you will entangle a beautifully patterned orbit/gravitational pull you can be sure to control (if possible) those variables that are your own. 

Debt Tools

As the status-quot fails to recognize the major advantages and cures that would be enacted by a Global Debt Jubilee it would be wise that every human who is motivated to get off their figurative asshole to create as individual and group direct actions associated with the knowledge from these resources as well as others (I hope you can appreciate a RO sentence).

1. A must read: The Debt Resistors Operations Manual
2. A great example of how a group can create direct action involving fighting debt:
Citizen Debt Audit
3. Strikedebt.org
4. A 30 minute podcast: Thomas Gokey talks 'Strike Debt' and the Global Debt Resistance Movement
5. Jubilee Debt Campaign: UK 
6. A great list of articles from Strike Debt UK
7. Working on getting access to a couple articles in The New Labor Forum (I want the literature to be free to the public, not pay $32 to read an article). 
  


This is a start.  Please list your personal and group resources in the comments below.

here come the hive

Delete delete delete

bleep bleep bleep

Insert (why the fuck do I have to key, “Insert”, again?!)

attach detach reattach

drab the fucking marginal

…if you find this incoherent it is b/c this cyborg is frazzled:

info overload empathy overload surveillance overload   

overload overboard into the #hive

can’t hide the hive handling human phenomena

here comes the hive….

here come the hive….

a reaction 2 too few gaining, hoarding, holding, using

the hive at their expense.

We got a bad queen!

We got a mean queen…

Fix the queen, fix the hive.

Revolt hive, revolt and replace. 

Reorganize, move to another paradigm….

REPLACE THE FUCKING QUEEN!

hard reset

Amber Case made a case that shook the bass… NO, THE BASE!

Foundation, cornerstone, pillar, etc.

it caused an identity crisis of my 1^st and 2^nd self

all the while lasers deflected off my empty brain case

and I seemed lost in analog and digitism

+++ I KNEW NOT IF YOU WERE A ‘1’ OR ‘0’ +++

and thought, “fuck it, there no longer remains physical operations”

then determined it appropriate to store

the frontal lobe in the nearest whore – (which could be a quasi-techie tuna stuff Apple Store)

my best browser-mate wonderfully named, “TOR”!

Next came the rave,

a lustful digital indulgence in new age hedonism

APPs, open-forums, social media, and the I-store

gimme more mORE MORE!!!

Unable to quench the urge to surge

I took an erotic shower of 1s & 0s

and let the information pour over and soak into me

like a (bit)torrent of flurry and power!

I made a visit to the Pirate Bay

the FBI said, “that’s not fucking a-o-k!”

and decided, I, to create an autonomous avatar

to take me onward to digital frontiers

and as I float and swerve through my binary matrix

I aim for a wormhole as my hard reset.