Monday, February 20, 2017

Friday, February 17, 2017

Atom’s Journal: The Day Before Yesterday

Episode Two

I was watching some animated kids’ movie on my watch today and there was this lightbulb running around in the forest being chased by a giant bulb-less lamp and I was reminded of those days in the Lazarus Woods (where the crickets famously chirp “…kredit.kredit.kredit.”) with Cajones and that mad fucker with the loin-cloth whose name I ‘m still struggling to remember.
I do remember he joined the army (when that was still a voluntary option) after we got out of Lazarus, probably got himself killed in the food wars or fell out of a lorry – he wasn’t as tough as he thought he was nor as bright as the lamp-less lightbulb in the kids’ movie; I remember Cajones (vicious bastard that he is) chucking the mad little ninja into a thorn bush; poor fucker was pulling thorns out for days after.
The past seems so simple now; now that we are in the midst of this mind-fuck, this battle for the last remaining scraps of our humanity; our sanity.
C says history will be written in the sweat & skill of the anarchist army – Phoebe says yeah but we haven’t quite figured out how that’s gonna work yet. I say the anarchist army will be there to give back the basic skills that we are losing to the digital world, like screwing in a lightbulb.

Friday, February 10, 2017

Who Goes There

Episode One

Black Lives Matter, Baton Rouge 2016 ~ Jonathan Bateman

“The ‘I’ in this revolution is a penis with which men believe they can solve all of the world’s problems. If one were to be reasonable, this could be qualified by saying ‘some men’ or ‘most men’ but it is a mistake to let reason enter into an unreasonable situation; that’s just the way it is.
How should we who believe that revolutionary change is possible, how should we deal with the testosterone ego?
Should we deal with it at all?
For to deal is to barter; to come to an agreement, and I’m not sure this can be achieved, since the goods we bring to the table are, for men, valuable only for the time it takes them to reach ejaculation. We are then tolerated until such time as we are once again needed as a receptacle.”
P. Norodnik - Don’t Call Me Darling (N.O.W. Issue #1)

“The world spins regardless of the hopes and dreams of the insignificant lives that scratch its thin crust.
Phoebe Norodnik runs with a bad crowd; those pranksters that call themselves The Pointing Finger spend their youth in loud denial of the future; smoke the night trash to a soundtrack composed of eardrum heartbeat and alleyway echo; adrenalin laughter’s guitar wail.
Norodnik bites her lip to be one of the crowd while distant planets whirl in all the reality of a Van Gogh sky. It is this and the drugs in her veins that cause her to cry: let’s blow this place to kingdom come.”
Nathan Uprising – Start the Revolution without Me (Daddy Loves Ya Magazine – April 2019)

The language of the media can be subtle and subversive when propaganda is tuned to the maximum; how much does it take to corrupt the messenger when those who own it all know that the cracks are beginning to reveal their duplicity, their dishonesty and their inhumanity.
If I knew anything then, I knew that, in the world of men, an opinionated woman is considered troublesome. I know now that that can change; that men can shed their bad habits when challenged with idea of being the best men around in the eyes of those who love them.
Looking back from this little room it’s easy to see how the chinks in the system’s armour could be so seductive to those of us with a predisposition to discontent.
My father, in a moment of drunken lucidity, once said that the world would be well advised “not push my Phoebe’s buttons, especially not the one marked ‘injustice’”.
My mother asked me once during those days “Are you proud of what you’ve done?”
Proud? No. But somebody had to do something; we were trapped in zombie-land, we were the zombies, stumbling forward on autopilot with our eyes glued to the tiny screen, fantasising ourselves into oblivion. We were being fucked over and we had given consent to the act (a consensual rape).
You may have heard a lot of bad shit about me; you may believe or disbelieve any or all of it; in my defence, I will say that I regret nothing Mum (where-ever you are), and if the name Phoebe Norodnik is to go down in infamy then so be it – I don’t give a fuck about fame anyway

Wednesday, February 08, 2017

Saturday, February 04, 2017

Something Whacked This Way Comes

For those of you who were gripped by the adventures of Atom in Unwonderland (aka Lazarus Inc.) and followed his onward journey in a Reality called Same Where Else where we left him, re-trained, a little drunk, unable and unwilling to draw his eyes away from the apparition named Phoebe.

Atom is back (well kinda) in Samewhere Else Part 3 ~ As Far as I Can See
Catch up with some old friends (and perhaps some new ones) as we find out what they did during the revolution.

For those of you lucky enough to have missed the beginning, middle and… middle of this story please follow the links below.
Apologies to those wishing to buy the archived versions, these stories are only available completely FREE.

An Atom in Unwonderland
Same Where Else Pt.1 ~ Wreck Creation
Same Where Else Pt.2 ~ The Hard Cell

Part 3 will begin as soon as Pisces and his little helpers can remember how to load the words n pictures onto the virtual pages of the Far Queue.

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