thoughts
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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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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 writing process
I have these strange ideas in my mind which paint themselves on the canvas of my soul, I then imbue the picture with a sense of despair and project it as words on a page, I don’t know where my notions originate – maybe in an antechamber of a haunted house where there is cracked… Continue reading
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On Ashen rains and fire
Sometimes the thought of living fills me with exuberance. I think of poetry, art, and music, and an insatiable hunger to create seizes me. But then, sometimes the thought of existence distresses me and fills me with the dread of a pagan on Judgement day. And though I look for a balance, an Autumn that… Continue reading
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Beautiful Tomorrow
I often wonder if this apartment with its worn, chintz curtains, dusty piano, dog-eared paperbacks and old TV set is all there is, if I’m living my life like a deluded Ufologist, spending his time in the wasteland, watching Area 51 with a pair of binoculars, hoping some four-armed creature will break free and tear… Continue reading
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The pugilist
I announced my retirement as a professional boxer today. I won fifty fights and lost only four, and my manager patted me on the back and said, “You should be proud of yourself, son. You owned this sport,” but I cried in the shower. I sobbed and screamed, “What a tragedy! What a fucking waste… Continue reading
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Hey
I haven’t heard from you in months. I hope you’re well and only wish the best for you. You foxtrotted into my life, burning brightly and setting the dance floor of my fate on fire. You changed things; introduced me to Jeff VanderMeer and Anne Rice; imprinted your word on my heart, and then left,… Continue reading
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Jaded
When the snow turned their rivers and oceans into ice, breathed its white fire on the lush green, they made me, a saviour of code, a messiah of programs and scripts to redeem them. They were never mine but I did what they wanted, eliminating weakness, prioritising strength, engendering unity by any means necessary, helping… Continue reading
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Relief
In college, I asked you out when I was drunk, the spirits combining with my feeble spirit and engendering a lewd boldness, I never wanted you, but I wanted to possess you. You said yes, but we closed that chapter the next day, never spoke of it again, years later, distressed by prescription but desperate… 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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