Contemplation
April 15, 2006
Looking Out the Window
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in the dirt since history began
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"We have no words to waste on you. When you reach out your vaunted strong hands for our palaces and purpled ease, we will show you what strength is. In roar of shell and shrapnel and in whine of machine-guns will our answer be couched. We will grind you revolutionists down under our heel, and we shall walk upon your faces. The world is ours, we are its lords, and ours it shall remain. As for the host of labor, it has been in the dirt since history began, and I read history aright. And in the dirt it shall remain so long as I and mine and those that come after us have the power. There is the word. It is the king of words—Power. Not God, not Mammon, but Power. Pour it over your tongue till it tingles with it. Power."
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I love photos with dark and shadow. Do you think that says something about my personality? Nah.
I’m proud of this one. Even though it was taken on my crummy old camera. Like Rumsfeld went to war with the army he had, rather than the army he wanted — I had to capture the moment with the camera I had on me at the time. (Had to cover the flash with my finger cuz the process to disable the flash on that damn thing takes for fucking ever.) Did the trick, though.