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Racism (Hot take)
Only a white bigot or a very ignorant, impressionable person ensconced in privilege will say racism doesn’t exist. You encounter it everywhere — the blogosphere, predominately white countries and hell, even in Asia. You’ll find the puritanical preacher from the deep South, arriving in ‘poor impoverished India, where the cheats and scammers live, the crude… Continue reading
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Tradition
People are always talking about tradition, but they forget we have a tradition of a few hundred years of nonsense and stupidity, that there is a tradition of idiocy, incompetence and crudity. – Hugo Demartini Jimmy comes to my corrugated shack every weekend and shows me his poems, asking for constructive criticism. He treks five… Continue reading
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Madness
“Understand me. I’m not like an ordinary world. I have my madness, I live in another dimension and I do not have time for things that have no soul.” ― Charles Bukowski The pastor would return home after flirting with the ladies at the church, leading them on with quotes laced with Ecclesiastical seasoning, a fragrance that… Continue reading
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Love
“Dear Sir: Regarding your article ‘What’s Wrong with the World?’ I am. Yours truly,” ― G.K. Chesterton One thing I’ve learnt over the years is to never give up on people, maybe I say this because of profound self-reflection, looking in myriad mirrors of different shapes, sizes – convex and concave to find a version… Continue reading
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The Construct
We created The Construct in the year 2240 A.D. We cannot describe what it is because no amount of explanation will suffice. Nobody can see it, hear it, feel it, or even prove it exists, but it’s there. It took us almost a century to complete our work. We used the aid of psychologists, mathematicians,… Continue reading
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Fine old gentlemen
We’re a bunch of elitists discussing the subtleties and nuances of a Rembrandt—the rich browns and the gentle beiges—in a stylish lounge bar, sipping on Château Cheval Blanc. We then talk about Ezra Pound and Fascism. “I quite enjoy him. He’s an exotic, fragile thrill,” I say; my voice, flavoured with an exquisite, rich, deep-as-marrow… Continue reading
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Onion
He was odd and he would walk around hunched with this peculiar gait that made him look like a wounded war veteran who limped. He seemed so absorbed with himself. I often wondered whether thoughts buzzed around inside his oversized head like flies circling a pile of garbage. He had this effeminate way about him,… Continue reading
About Me
Ordinary Person is a guy who likes to write. He writes fiction, essays, poems and other stuff.
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