I pray to every divinity that my altar has a section for that Scranton, PA is the first place turned to ash, sand, and sediment by the outside world tired of our bloodstained, genocidal, neocolonial habitus. I pray so hard that blood runs from the places my nails dig into my hands. I live in the modern day Babylon, and I pray to every divinity on my altar that I will live to see her gutted and strewn.
Get a grip
Internalize a set of morals
You get a grip you blithe little freak
I’d ask you how you sleep at night, but from those three words alone I already know. You have no morals, no principles, and no soul. You probably sleep like a baby over the screams of the trough of blood that you wash your hands in.
of deez nutz and suck on em, eunuch
Notice
Thumbs down reflects the person as a bottom
I am desperately begging journalists to read another fucking book. Anything. There are a whole bunch of other dystopian novels that have been written. “Orwellian” this “1984” that how about your orwellian all 1984 of my nuts
I swear to god 1984 is the Harry Potter of journalism.
Good article otherwise tho.
Personally I recommend The Iron Heel. It’s Jack London’s best, and it inspired Orwell to write 1984.
The Iron Heel is credited as having created the “future distopia” genera.
it’s cliche but true: 1984 was an instruction manual.
