Enthusing over the delicious taste of strawberries when the government shits on a spoon & tells you it’s jam

Delicious jam:

Gaddafi himself has on occasion cut a rather comical figure, with his eccentric dress sense and insistence on greeting dignatories in a desert tent

…the eccentric colonel, where some wonder if he may now make his last stand. There he would hold court in a huge Bedouin tent

…eccentric tendencies. He dressed flamboyantly, insisted on sleeping in a Bedouin tent

the eccentric despot… In the center of the complex, surrounded by lush vegetation, stood Gadhafi’s Bedouin tent

Gaddafi himself, when he wasn’t the dramatic figure of iconic evil, was a murderous eccentric who pitched his tent in the gardens of the Elysée…

Shit:

A letter from an MI6 official to Mr Koussa stated “No 10 are keen that the Prime Minister meet the Leader in the tent. I don’t know why the English are fascinated by tents. The plain fact is that the journalists would love it.”



rejectamentalist manifesto


China Miéville’s waste books

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‘A principal rule for writers, and especially those who want to describe their own sensations, is not to believe that their doing so indicates they possess a special disposition of nature in this respect. Others can perhaps do it just as well as you can. Only they do not make a business of it, because it seems to them silly to publicize such things.’


                Georg Christoph Lichtenberg

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London’s Overthrow.

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