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In You, I DoThe warmth here caresses liquid,the pain sheds to fry passion,loneliness becomes shared wine, smiles,I tell you I love you, I do.A heat from stored sun alone,a fire only welcomed by this red Sag,your warmth chills only flesh tonight,I tell you I love in you.Bright walks towards corners of dark alleys,empathy to warm both our palates,as long as I am here you promise,I tell you I love

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Congrats are in order; the bachelor has become the Master, and I have emerged from my journey through administered education. More importantly, I have written draft one of the essay that may become my first book. I recreate snippets for your consideration.Regarding life, I am attempting to capitalize on the depressed situation in the economy by venturing out and risking failure if need be. I am

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King Rucks is on the march towards his first book. It shall encompass you, your mother, and everybody you know... so you might want to stay tuned! The last leg of this march was the creation of a theory of Surrealist Relational Cinematic Art, or Surrelational Cinemart. I reproduce a free association poem and the intro and a short conclusion of the aforementioned essay.... The Pepsi adminstration

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In the last month or so, I have completed an essay of great importance to me, and I have performed poetry during a presentation of The Fiction of Customs at an NYU black history month event. We here reproduce the conclusion from the essay and the poem which introduced the performance. [ Regarding the current events, one can still only accept the policies of the Pepsi adminstration with a grain of

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The capitol of the Empire, the cold wind of D.C., the Inauguration of President Pepsi Obama. Having had braved the cold, crowds, for the occasion, affirming the wave of change (however minuscule or grand) which must surely follow this day if only as much as any other day, I in I must say that the possibilities for a USA that is actually-in-substance United have grown exponentially. President

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There was a certain exaggerated quantity of psychical energy which accompanied the termination of my perception of Adam Curtis’ BBC television series The Century of the Self; yes, a sensation which could only be the derivative of powerful unconscious drives. Curtis crafts an exquisitely coherent acclamation of the centrality of the unconscious impulses of human society and the manner in which the

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The Fiction of Customs (aka The Poverty of Culture) is a venture into the farther reaches of, the most abstract and experimental forms of, what I, King Rucks, call, AuthentiCinemArt; more specifically the AuthentiCinemArt (or style, perspective) of King Rucks. Fiction is experimentation into the de(and re)construction of both the cultural and cinematic codes of contemporary society. The film is a

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Here's the new religion. I provide all, and pray ye dine on as much as fills ye. Marvel at one illustration [poorly written no doubt and always already in revision] of Atum, God of Relationality.God as I as I am God as God is All as All is II might have said that my God was the Universe- by which I meant the total system of physical, multidimensional relations, which is the time-space in which we

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The beginning of becoming unfolds. Revolutions are daily unfolding. The season's path lays bare and leads to fruit.The Unsanctioned Gods: Part 2I in I am the pagan god, unknown and unthoughtfor thought by the unknown in unknown thoughts.Within I in I, the tales that liejust beneath confused language and lingering cultureHere in the nectar of Atum, the relation of the universe.Those rays of depth

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The end of destruction is the beginning of becoming. Last week was a holy week for me. I can only speak of the Gods (all Atum as Becoming) here.The Unsanctioned Gods: Part 1Yes, let us speak of the unsanctioned gods,pagan gods others fear to loveLets talk of the gods of Saturn, patterns, rhythm, rhymePsalms to god Ecology, Relationality, flow and TimeEros and Ananke, Life, destruction, decay, and

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No posts for a minute now. Work's been easy enough but I'm stacking up hours. Only thing of worth saying right now is that we need a revolution; did you think I was joking about Obama? Take a second look before its too late. I already told you- see Illusions.Botanical Garden of MetropolisHere, future earth baths in the sun,Nature revered, respected,planned and produced,manufactured by sentient

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Please excuse my 'writing' of excerpts of a private journal entry. I believe it is worth including here, though. And I've included a piece of poetry for the patient....If you've read my previous entries, you will understand my references to this third-party King character.May 2008Writing life in New YorkKing Rucks is a storyteller. The same storyteller of ages long ago. The bearded hermit, solemn

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It is unfortunate, the fate of Africa. Birth place of humanity, perhaps all of life on this planet. Fountain of wisdom, map from our animality to our conscious existence. It gave this earth man, and gave man the foundation for all his knowledge, from Egypt to the present. And look at it now. It's people alienated, its melaninated people destroyed and persecuted, its wisdom forgotten and called

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When we come to understand how closely related are the profit of the disparate industries of mass media and their connection to the continuation of the current economic structure (state supported private capitalist accumulation of surplus value), we come to understand the degrees of ideology which these media propagate.On the most affirmative end, you have the blatant propaganda of

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The Last Days are NighYes, they are here dear brother.they have arrived at last.Journeyed through dark, fire, dirtdetermined to meet us.Yes, smile happily dear brotherThe Last Days are NighWe must dress ourselvesthe dance will be amazingevery man, woman, childjyriating melodically in the harmony of species beingThe Last Days are Nigh, brethren,Come, come! There was a man in my bedroom

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There has been a very obvious consensus amongst the 'two dominant' parties over the last 50 years. Pro-big business, a dominating military and foreign relations strategy, and a civil rights type of appeal to the domestic population. Nevertheless, the consensus masks it self as difference, the homogeneous products shout their brand name and stimulate interest. The potential nominees run their

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Let us commence! Our story begins this moment, every moment. We are the main characters of a gripping autobiography with love, anger, pain, and pleasure. We are completely free to create our life's story; completely free to imagine alternative ends, and to struggle for these ends against a world that is bigger than our mere ends alone.Our stories will have certain similarities. Our conscious

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