The blac bloc CAA
The blac bloc CAA
The blac bloc CAA

Published in A toxic world

Published in A toxic world

Published in A toxic world

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Image credit by CAA - Youtube

Image credit by CAA - Youtube

Me Unimpressed
Me Unimpressed
Me Unimpressed

Nadine Wessels

Nadine Wessels

Nadine Wessels

Nadine Wessels is a writer with heart. She knows she's clever, yet she is also aware that clever and intelligent are not always the same thing. She tries to see the best in every situation. She loves her community. She supports a "lost" cause as she believes there is no such thing. Politically, she likes to say: "I'm Switzerland". She suffers no delusions. Sick and tired of seeing all the suffering. Together we stand? Sure, and united we fall. Sick of the media, sick of the vultures, tired of poverty and strife in her home country. She does have just one question: Where to run to? She, like you is left with a damaged world, a damaged sky, and polluted oceans. Can't go pointing fingers. That won't save us. This stench never leaves us. Into this we were born, and into this we will fall. Wake up now and act. The author would prefer a viking funeral if anyone is wondering. Just making sure I leave some documentation behind. Strange how some "friends" dissappear as times get hard? The jackals do not. She hears their laughter.

Nadine Wessels is a writer with heart. She knows she's clever, yet she is also aware that clever and intelligent are not always the same thing. She tries to see the best in every situation. She loves her community. She supports a "lost" cause as she believes there is no such thing. Politically, she likes to say: "I'm Switzerland". She suffers no delusions. Sick and tired of seeing all the suffering. Together we stand? Sure, and united we fall. Sick of the media, sick of the vultures, tired of poverty and strife in her home country. She does have just one question: Where to run to? She, like you is left with a damaged world, a damaged sky, and polluted oceans. Can't go pointing fingers. That won't save us. This stench never leaves us. Into this we were born, and into this we will fall. Wake up now and act. The author would prefer a viking funeral if anyone is wondering. Just making sure I leave some documentation behind. Strange how some "friends" dissappear as times get hard? The jackals do not. She hears their laughter.

Nadine Wessels is a writer with heart. She knows she's clever, yet she is also aware that clever and intelligent are not always the same thing. She tries to see the best in every situation. She loves her community. She supports a "lost" cause as she believes there is no such thing. Politically, she likes to say: "I'm Switzerland". She suffers no delusions. Sick and tired of seeing all the suffering. Together we stand? Sure, and united we fall. Sick of the media, sick of the vultures, tired of poverty and strife in her home country. She does have just one question: Where to run to? She, like you is left with a damaged world, a damaged sky, and polluted oceans. Can't go pointing fingers. That won't save us. This stench never leaves us. Into this we were born, and into this we will fall. Wake up now and act. The author would prefer a viking funeral if anyone is wondering. Just making sure I leave some documentation behind. Strange how some "friends" dissappear as times get hard? The jackals do not. She hears their laughter.

March 27, 2023

March 27, 2023

March 27, 2023

Enough

Enough

Enough

Keeping the faith

Keeping the faith

Keeping the faith

B!tc#in'

Faith is not the issue.

Faith is a rock. Unfortunately, rock gets eroded by water. Especially when it is pumped full of chemicals. We all know this. Still, we have not learnt from the past. Are we that stupid that we follow orders that do not make any sense at all? Yes, we are.

Trying to make sense of it all…

We breathe the same air. We are supposed sentient beings. We were made to rule the world but not like this. I do not believe these cards were dealt from above or below. [Whichever direction this means to you.]

Human beings chose freedom, then chopped down the tree. Can anyone even define the concept of "freedom" in less than five hundred words? Think before you answer. As "freedom" is as relative as "poverty". Thought is freedom, as is expression. For some it is being allowed an education. Others sleep well when fed. The scenarios are all different, unique, at the same time, this is the birthplace of all horror stories. Reality today, entertainment tomorrow.

Is there anything that can save us now?

Love? Kindness? Humanity needs a hand. We're still stumbling from the wreckage. At least a few of us stumble with our arms wide open. Clawing for survivors. Let's face it, we are all damaged. Like it or not, we are not innocent.

We were brutal from day one. The snake we hold so close to our bosoms crept inside. We are all venom.

That or the "matrix" is real. It just did not want us. That may be our superpower. We still have hope.

Then again, the world is looking an awful lot like a computer game. So ready player one? It's not chess, or a game of chance. No, this is war. Again, and again. "Veni, Vidi, Vici."

We came, we saw, we conquered(?) I have strong feelings regarding that last word.

Let us take phrase from well-known and beloved author, Terry Pratchett. Change that into "we came, we picked up a venereal disease, we ran away - so Veni, Veneri, Vamoosi".

(❁´◡`❁).

Thanks for the laughter, Sir. We never needed it more. Thinking you checked out at the right time. Still, you live on.

Leave a legacy. Right, I truly would if I could find someone worth leaving it too. That cannot be right, can it?

Read the bio. I said I am a believer. I never claimed to be a warm blooded one. Then again, stir the pot for long enough, there must be karmic catastrophe lying in wait.

Dark mood for even darker days. You see there is always a reason. My purse exposes a "teeny" bit of mine:

If you believed I would show you —> mental. Let's just say John Wick is not the only character that can get lethal with a pencil. Remember, I live in a crazy "gotham"-ish city, skunk spikes are too easy to find. As are the "traditional weapons." Who said a panga* was dangerous? No, it's just lethal.

*Panga: think machete then improve the design.

Well, that was jolly. Complaining about complaining? I promise to not make a habit of it.

Resigner

Note to self: watch where you walk. There are potholes, sinkholes, and rabbit holes. Avoid if possible.

Disembodied vinyl hand

If you must play it, do so loud.

Resigner

#justmoveforward


B!tc#in'

Faith is not the issue.

Faith is a rock. Unfortunately, rock gets eroded by water. Especially when it is pumped full of chemicals. We all know this. Still, we have not learnt from the past. Are we that stupid that we follow orders that do not make any sense at all? Yes, we are.

Trying to make sense of it all…

We breathe the same air. We are supposed sentient beings. We were made to rule the world but not like this. I do not believe these cards were dealt from above or below. [Whichever direction this means to you.]

Human beings chose freedom, then chopped down the tree. Can anyone even define the concept of "freedom" in less than five hundred words? Think before you answer. As "freedom" is as relative as "poverty". Thought is freedom, as is expression. For some it is being allowed an education. Others sleep well when fed. The scenarios are all different, unique, at the same time, this is the birthplace of all horror stories. Reality today, entertainment tomorrow.

Is there anything that can save us now?

Love? Kindness? Humanity needs a hand. We're still stumbling from the wreckage. At least a few of us stumble with our arms wide open. Clawing for survivors. Let's face it, we are all damaged. Like it or not, we are not innocent.

We were brutal from day one. The snake we hold so close to our bosoms crept inside. We are all venom.

That or the "matrix" is real. It just did not want us. That may be our superpower. We still have hope.

Then again, the world is looking an awful lot like a computer game. So ready player one? It's not chess, or a game of chance. No, this is war. Again, and again. "Veni, Vidi, Vici."

We came, we saw, we conquered(?) I have strong feelings regarding that last word.

Let us take phrase from well-known and beloved author, Terry Pratchett. Change that into "we came, we picked up a venereal disease, we ran away - so Veni, Veneri, Vamoosi".

(❁´◡`❁).

Thanks for the laughter, Sir. We never needed it more. Thinking you checked out at the right time. Still, you live on.

Leave a legacy. Right, I truly would if I could find someone worth leaving it too. That cannot be right, can it?

Read the bio. I said I am a believer. I never claimed to be a warm blooded one. Then again, stir the pot for long enough, there must be karmic catastrophe lying in wait.

Dark mood for even darker days. You see there is always a reason. My purse exposes a "teeny" bit of mine:

If you believed I would show you —> mental. Let's just say John Wick is not the only character that can get lethal with a pencil. Remember, I live in a crazy "gotham"-ish city, skunk spikes are too easy to find. As are the "traditional weapons." Who said a panga* was dangerous? No, it's just lethal.

*Panga: think machete then improve the design.

Well, that was jolly. Complaining about complaining? I promise to not make a habit of it.

Resigner

Note to self: watch where you walk. There are potholes, sinkholes, and rabbit holes. Avoid if possible.

Disembodied vinyl hand

If you must play it, do so loud.

Resigner

#justmoveforward


B!tc#in'

Faith is not the issue.

Faith is a rock. Unfortunately, rock gets eroded by water. Especially when it is pumped full of chemicals. We all know this. Still, we have not learnt from the past. Are we that stupid that we follow orders that do not make any sense at all? Yes, we are.

Trying to make sense of it all…

We breathe the same air. We are supposed sentient beings. We were made to rule the world but not like this. I do not believe these cards were dealt from above or below. [Whichever direction this means to you.]

Human beings chose freedom, then chopped down the tree. Can anyone even define the concept of "freedom" in less than five hundred words? Think before you answer. As "freedom" is as relative as "poverty". Thought is freedom, as is expression. For some it is being allowed an education. Others sleep well when fed. The scenarios are all different, unique, at the same time, this is the birthplace of all horror stories. Reality today, entertainment tomorrow.

Is there anything that can save us now?

Love? Kindness? Humanity needs a hand. We're still stumbling from the wreckage. At least a few of us stumble with our arms wide open. Clawing for survivors. Let's face it, we are all damaged. Like it or not, we are not innocent.

We were brutal from day one. The snake we hold so close to our bosoms crept inside. We are all venom.

That or the "matrix" is real. It just did not want us. That may be our superpower. We still have hope.

Then again, the world is looking an awful lot like a computer game. So ready player one? It's not chess, or a game of chance. No, this is war. Again, and again. "Veni, Vidi, Vici."

We came, we saw, we conquered(?) I have strong feelings regarding that last word.

Let us take phrase from well-known and beloved author, Terry Pratchett. Change that into "we came, we picked up a venereal disease, we ran away - so Veni, Veneri, Vamoosi".

(❁´◡`❁).

Thanks for the laughter, Sir. We never needed it more. Thinking you checked out at the right time. Still, you live on.

Leave a legacy. Right, I truly would if I could find someone worth leaving it too. That cannot be right, can it?

Read the bio. I said I am a believer. I never claimed to be a warm blooded one. Then again, stir the pot for long enough, there must be karmic catastrophe lying in wait.

Dark mood for even darker days. You see there is always a reason. My purse exposes a "teeny" bit of mine:

If you believed I would show you —> mental. Let's just say John Wick is not the only character that can get lethal with a pencil. Remember, I live in a crazy "gotham"-ish city, skunk spikes are too easy to find. As are the "traditional weapons." Who said a panga* was dangerous? No, it's just lethal.

*Panga: think machete then improve the design.

Well, that was jolly. Complaining about complaining? I promise to not make a habit of it.

Resigner

Note to self: watch where you walk. There are potholes, sinkholes, and rabbit holes. Avoid if possible.

Disembodied vinyl hand

If you must play it, do so loud.

Resigner

#justmoveforward