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F'ire ....InTheeHole (moreThanLess)
The Compulsion to Consume/
"Like a fire, greed is more a process than a thing. It is the state of combustion, the activity of consumption, the procedure by means of which organic resources are quickly reduced to a heap of ash. It is insatiable by nature, since the moment one desire is gratified another flares up, demanding also to be sated. Greed drives an unquenchable compulsion to consume, and as the guiding hand of our economic system, its reach is rapidly becoming global. As it burns it throws off a compelling light, dazzling us with the pleasure of its shapes and colors. We delight in playing with this fire."
- Andrew Olendzki, "Burning Alive"[/font]
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[font=Verdana]i'bought me a fryinpan, castIron, of'course
fallen falling in
to fire
hear them hook'n'ladders wail,baby,wail
wee had to jump from thee 13th floor / o,
what
poor flaming assholes wee be sailin flyin
like them ancient mythic Firebirds
wee hit th'nets, &like an A-bomb poof,
every
Thing every Body every grand Structure became
ash, smould'rin Ruin assfar as thee eye eye eye
could see
(anyone for Hiroshima?Nagasaki?)
I'bought a box of fire'y matches
just
for to Play Wit,(&maybe LightMyBestestCigarEver),
[a] consummate
bedazzling
demise
for all thee's troubles
xxxxxdkzk2013vvvvvvphireFoto;dkzkVVVVVVVvvvvvv
"Like a fire, greed is more a process than a thing. It is the state of combustion, the activity of consumption, the procedure by means of which organic resources are quickly reduced to a heap of ash. It is insatiable by nature, since the moment one desire is gratified another flares up, demanding also to be sated. Greed drives an unquenchable compulsion to consume, and as the guiding hand of our economic system, its reach is rapidly becoming global. As it burns it throws off a compelling light, dazzling us with the pleasure of its shapes and colors. We delight in playing with this fire."
- Andrew Olendzki, "Burning Alive"[/font]
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[font=Verdana]i'bought me a fryinpan, castIron, of'course
fallen falling in
to fire
hear them hook'n'ladders wail,baby,wail
wee had to jump from thee 13th floor / o,
what
poor flaming assholes wee be sailin flyin
like them ancient mythic Firebirds
wee hit th'nets, &like an A-bomb poof,
every
Thing every Body every grand Structure became
ash, smould'rin Ruin assfar as thee eye eye eye
could see
(anyone for Hiroshima?Nagasaki?)
I'bought a box of fire'y matches
just
for to Play Wit,(&maybe LightMyBestestCigarEver),
[a] consummate
bedazzling
demise
for all thee's troubles
xxxxxdkzk2013vvvvvvphireFoto;dkzkVVVVVVVvvvvvv
Published 13th May 2013
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