Notes From The Mountain Fortress
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Musing in the morning with Joe, Notes From The Mountain Fortress
How our wounds shape our interpretations of events. On my grandfather, Albert, losing his business and killing himself.
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Not being able to even slow down disgusting genocidal freaks is making me goofier and goofier. Anyone else going through post-genocide syndrome? All the rules are out the window, so my brain is going: why even pretend to be normal anymore?
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Slaves hung like great Danes for sale with tongues so skillfull that they can paint exact replicas of Van Gogh’s sunflowers. Half price. Limited offer. Female buyers only. They run on cheap high protein diets and will do anything you ask. If the first sentence of a tweet doesn’t make people stop scrolling not a word of what follows matters. Oh and heatwaves are not as sensual without Martha Reeves and the Vandellas to sing about them. If you read on you have undiagnosed ADHD, are sexually very open and ravenous and as wild as you are tender and have a fantastic sense of humor. And a functioning moral compass. The hell you waiting for? Read on.
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‘Italians are way more erotic than other Europeans’
Musing in the morning with Joe, Notes From The Mountain Fortress
What will be the next dopamine bomb exploding all over our time lines?
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A girl is emotionally abused by her mum, while other parents see what is happening and continue talking about their stupid little pleasures. The Jewish KKK took so many babies away. But if you pay attention children are treated horribly in many ways in western society too. Not bombed till their flesh flies in every direction, no, but it makes sense the west doesn’t mobilize to stop Israel from dumping children into the meat grinder.
Notes From The Mountain Fortress
Questions the colonized human doings never ask themselves. The use your brain other than for consumption and status anxiety starter kit.
Musing in the morning with Joe, Notes From The Mountain Fortress
Being between her legs felt like serving the Gods. Honi soit qui mal y pense
Musing in the morning with Joe, Notes From The Mountain Fortress
If I get honest enough, will someone finally go, ‘without William my world will shrink, come here you, you’re more than a somewhat useful function to me’?
Musing in the morning with Joe, Notes From The Mountain Fortress
Hunting aliveness in a post-apocalyptic world. Tricking people into following me into their own catacombs. A little hope here, a little despair there. And somehow I roll through the day. Like a half domesticated tiger in a petting zoo. On reading the Cask of Amontillado with two teenagers.
Middle East Confessions, Musing in the morning with Joe, Notes From The Mountain Fortress
Why you are not made to feel the suffering in the world. Let’s reflect on the following for a few minutes: ‘After Israeli bombing, a 19yr-old woman was pinned inside 2 concrete slabs, her body severed: she died after hrs of pain’, Mahmoud Basal, Palestinian civilian defense.
Musing in the morning with Joe, Notes From The Mountain Fortress
Your brain and my brain could make babies today, but you’ll have to pauze the doom scroll for a few minutes. Notes from inside my – not so – secret social laboratory. People talk to soothe themselves, not to understand.
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Thinking of a Palestinian mum begging for cream for her baby, all of his skin a screeching redness, while I am sitting in a kind of heaven.
Notes From The Mountain Fortress
Post-genocide life. Caring in a world that doesn’t.
Notes From The Mountain Fortress
Are you on Team Sedation or on Team Sanctification?
Notes From The Mountain Fortress
This title doesn’t bleed. You should stop scrolling anyway, cause it’s about what you crave more than you realize: raw musings on Friendship. The collapse of the Austro-Belgian Bund. No shots fired, but some casualties.
Notes From The Mountain Fortress
This world cup feels like having a hyped up VIP party at a sprawling mansion with the mushy, frazzled corpses of children floating around in a sewage tank in the garden. On the messages hidden in my dreams.
Notes From The Mountain Fortress
Mourning the loss of a deep friendship cause I couldn’t accept how he embraced Israel. And something on boiled potatoes and beans in tomato sauce. Imagine what would fail the hardest on Instagram. That is this post.
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While others are melting in besieged tent camps my own most destabilizing moments are with a client who looks like Pamela Anderson and Heidi Klum had a baby.
Musing in the morning with Joe, Notes From The Mountain Fortress
On watching Minions with Bruno in a bunker. And a small personal adventure concerning the attempt to annihilate the Palestinians and what little we can do about it. An after hours talk at Amnesty International Bratislava
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What I want my son to find when he opens the door. With the Slovak sky sounding like Israeli artillery enthusiastically finding targets in a tent camp where barefoot kids play soccer. What is in the day of a powerless person?
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‘Tato, why do you never smile?’, asks Bruno, my six year old.
Notes From The Mountain Fortress
10 points about a weekend spent as usual, between love and horror.
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Life among the colonized. Notes From the Mountain Fortress (5)
Notes From The Mountain Fortress
I identify as a perpetually horny bonobo with specific, though not exclusive, mating preferences. Notes from the mountain fortress (4)
Notes From The Mountain Fortress
Dear God, there is a gorgeous cashier at the local Lidl. How much life can you squeeze out of a typical dead day in Boringslava? Notes From The Mountain Fortress (3)
Notes From The Mountain Fortress
Holding the Centre In A World Hitting Me With Sickening Noise. On Life After You Stop Checking The News. And On Enduring ‘Conversations’ about chasing money, status and culinary sensations, not soul, not depth, not connection, not meaning, not Eros, not tenderness, not vibrant beauty whatsoever. Notes From The Mountain Fortress (2)
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The Confessor 