Celebrating personal discordia and spiritual anarchy.

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"Anarchy is not intended to be sustainable. It is not a system of government, a codified list of rules and beliefs, or a mind set geared toward cultural constructivism. It is a spark, a flash, a small flame that ignites a paradigm-obliterating explosion. It is destructive by nature. It lies dormant and, like diesel fuel, can only be ignited by tremendous pressure. It deconstructs. It strips flesh from bone and grinds bone to dust. It is doomed to consumption in the conflagration instigated by its own primal spark. It is a catalyst. It is tinder. It is powder and fuse."

Rich Oliver


Far off goes
The piper playing
Tunes upon the empty air
Floating gently from the highlands
For me
For me

A jig as lively
As the morning
In the market
Sunday early
Clear and clean
Again its drifting
Cross the heather
For me
For me

This time closer
Still I listen
Not a jig
But dirge on the breeze
Full of sadness
Full of longing
Calling home
For me
For me.