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Iphigenia Deme

Her name was Iphigenia Deme, Iffy to those of her friends that had not yet been slaughtered by Protectorate forces. Her last words, strapped to the interrogation table downstairs at Number Eighteen, Shimatsu Boulevard, are reputed to have been: That’s fucking enough! The explosion brought the entire building down.

Posted 19 March 2008 † Nomad93 § verbal ‡ Comments (0) ° Also tagged:

Make it personal

The personal, as every one’s so fucking fond of saying, is political. So if some idiot politician, some power player, tries to execute policies that harm you or those you care about, TAKE IT PERSONALLY. Get angry. The Machinery of Justice will not serve you here — it is slow and cold, and it is […]

Posted 04 February 2008 † Nomad93 § verbal ‡ Comments (0) ° Also tagged:

In memory of Benazir B.

The spiritual well-being gang advanced into the room. Nine of them, all told. Cartoon patriarch beards and close shaven skulls, grim-faced and intent. Three officiators, the colours of the evangelical elect draped blackly across their dull ochre robes and the bioware scopes worn like an ancient pirate patch across one eye. They were locked in […]

Posted 29 December 2007 † Nomad93 § verbal ‡ Comments (0) ° Also tagged: ,

The moment and the sea

In retrospect it was a moment so hinged, so loaded with implications of shifting fate, that it should have creaked at me as I moved to step through it. But in retrospect they always are. * * * This life is like the sea. There’s a three-moon tidal slop running out there and if you […]

Posted 26 December 2006 † Nomad93 § verbal ‡ Comments (0) ° Also tagged: