Category: Musings of a dissolute fox

My world is one of consistent confusion. Not of others but myself. There is no-one I know who I fail to make sense of. Not because…

There is more to existence… than allowing the mass media tsunami to drown you, surviving and thriving only to talk of the message of the wave.  …

My fangs have become long and now protrude ungainly even when I try to smile. Trapped to such a degree that I find parts of myself…

We get too carried away with the function wrought upon us, we get to frog marching to the beat of a Society engineered by Profit, we…

Losing one considered a brother, was a deep bother…Losing another in callous circumstances…is a wretched burden to bear and try to accept, as all horror of…

  L’État assassine – Assassin – B.O. La Haine – 1995 Revolution through the ages is ignited by definite, repeated factors. The major components are… The…

I have spent my evening devouring and writing of, the French Revolution. The deformity of Louis the Chubby, impotent, mocked by his own subjects, until science…

I have written enough words of late, to the people who matter enough, and to who in turn I matter enough, to understand me, to wade…

Pray tell, where I can find such a scene…where I can feel and know as real others of equal zeal, and honesty, and eagerness to collide and…

at 11pm, I need to pour myself out for a few moments of too disorientated in psyche and ego to be able to show anything but…