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What is a Woman? A Short Gender Egoist Simplification

Any feminine-aligned adult individual who finds self-content in womanhood, female identity/conventions which vary from cultural region to cultural region. Any individual who activates certain — but not strictly all — social aesthetics and conduct in order to be in line with what is considered “Woman.” Any individual who dissolves the sacredness of taxonomy with her conscious existence as a…

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The Keys To A Good Waking Up

Coffee, black and strong A rich source of nicotine A rich source of cannabinoids A melodic Crust/D-Beat album blaring A viciously unyielding word from the self A sharpened blade, a cleaned & chambered sidearm A belly full of undeserving souls: (Pastors, priests, politicians, academic philosophers, loyal followers, communitarians, anti-individualists, anti-egoists, anti-anarchists. All…

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Bias

Along the horridly neglected path out of being commanded and subjected, from the stinking bowels of the societies of oiled gears, permanent emissions, bright screens, information haze and ceaseless masturbation to worn-out sensibility, there arises a shrill hissing of such stupid nature, of such whining entitlement, that the lone rebel catches herself snickering — then nearly dying laughing . .…

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Eternal Renewal

The new society established, we will return to its margins to live our lives dangerously as noble criminals and audacious sinners! Because the anarchist individualist still means eternal renewal in the field of art, thought and action. Anarchist individualism still means eternal revolt against eternal sorrow, the eternal search for new springs of life, joy and beauty. And we will still be such in…

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Reckless Methodology

Our logic is that of not having any. Our ideal is the categorical negation of all other ideals for the greatest and supreme triumph of the actual, real, instinctive, reckless, and merry life! For us perfection is not a dream, an ideal, a riddle, a mystery, a sphinx, but a vigorous and powerful, luminous and throbbing reality. All human beings are perfect in themselves. All they lack is the heroic…

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Authentic Joy Against Conservative Regression

Like gruel to the slop-bowls of decrepit old farts in retirement homes, our political atmosphere is a malignant smog in the hearts and minds of all whom it targets, generating stale catharsis in those swallowing with glee. They believe they have already won. They believe their age equals merit, their age defies courtesy that the rest of us must abide. As they slink deeper into elderly bitterness,…

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Unique Impressions

An impulse without content,An album of gentle sensationWith no bound spine.What are we?— CreaturesOf our own creation, thrashed againstThe spell-binding hook of our nature.I expect so little that I gain so much;With many beginnings and endingsInterlacing as one weaving continuum,My breath is spentTo tell of what residesOutside the parallel of grief and lust.*Come with me through my nothing —As…

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Consciously Duped

Of Some So-Called “Egoists” […] only when you are unique can you have intercourse with each other as what you are. — Der Einzige und Sein Eigentum I had devoured the worn-out “I”And nourished a new iterationOf my body and my spirit.The selfsame creatureOf a wholly unique evolution.My joy is indescribableIn each day I awake to myself.My spirit is far, far lighterIn the whole span of yearsThan…

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Determination Against New Destitutions

I cannot care what the lot of homebrew politicians are conversing about when it comes to their definitional games of the new politics of the new democracy. Nor do the radicals convince me of their program of interwoven communes. I am not a radical in their set stance on the fringes. I am not a player in the alternative game of resituating governance along some “more fluid” line. I am my own…

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Passion

When the hand of the soulReaches to touch the faceOf the self's full potentialAnd feels the silken pedalsOf springtime flowers,The distant songs of birdsWill ascend with the sunAt the dawn of self-mercy.When purity is reclaimedAgainst all essential ruleAnd becomes the wellspringOf poets and musicians,The marvelous placidityOf the common easeWill become the only regulatorFor how affairs—if any—Are…

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Individual Inklings

Should I make it home, should I live,I will not allow even the Black FlagTo define my aspirations after.Only the ever-evolving “I”That belongs to me.   Complete text here (PDF) Print books available soon, contact for a physical copy.

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Anti-Economy Anarchy

Along with being opposed to every state, every political denomination and every form of society and civilization, I am opposed to every economic system and the notion of economy in general having an effect on my life. Why? Because no system, no institution in any sphere of sociability can agreeably interact with me. Even ones that seem to be imbued with a certain sanctity of necessity by even the…

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The Exuberant "I"

As a tall iron pike driven into the shoal of the raging seas,As one seizing life risen up from their submissive knees —Having hurled the sacred and cursed the lying divine,One holds to that place to proclaim "Here I stake Mine!"The darkest night is the brightest dawn; this waveringSea of phantoms holds envy for all their god is favoring.The one upon the pike on high watches with…

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Anarchy and Anarchism

A thirty-page pamphlet of my insights on anarchy and anarchism. Full text (webpage) here. PDF Text here. PDF Cover here. Public domain 2024

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Negative Articulation

When making the mistake or humoring oneself with the insanity of engaging with a fundamentalist, meaning any person who asserts some static, all-encompassing “fact” about “the way life works”, it is important to keep a cool head. (Remember: It’s their job to be the triggered one.) It is important to not let the gunk in their brains being spewed out in verbal form hit you in the face and ruin your…

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D-Day, Eighty Years

Oh great-grandfather,Did the hour before your landingShow you to the precipice?Did your twenty years then aliveSuffice to be done, or to carry on?A hatch door separated you from hell.Then you found glory.Then hideousness.Then glory again . . .Then you passed away.Now we're left with history's rerunsAnd a memory of your character,A memory of life placed into battle.Just to be done,Just to do and…

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I Willed It So

My Gender Egoism I hear the somber roar of two distinct sounds. The weeping of Life and the laughter of Death. How eloquent they are!… But why does Life weep? Why does Death laugh? — Renzo Novatore, Spiritual Perversity, 1922 Against all the strict names and rigid functions, we lashed out. We cut throats, broke hearts, desecrated truths, survived what was sure to kill us and became whole new…

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