Contrary to Authority: Chatting with Mondli

Sunday, June 10, 2007

Chatting with Mondli

9:08 AM Mondli: Can we chit-chat?
9:15 AM me: hey mondli what's up?
9:16 AM What? You say you want to chat and then you run away? What kind of woman do you think I am?
11:34 AM Mondli: cAN WE CHIT-CHAT LIKE ANARCHISTS? iN OTHER WORDS, WE CAN CHAT WHATEREVRE WE WANT TO CHAT.
11:42 AM me: Yes, we can chat. But you have to stop running away. Here I am, ready for you, spread wide open and ready for your point, and you SHOUT at me and flee. Strange that.
12:01 PM Mondli: can we chat?
1:02 PM me: Of course. Been out, giving myself to others. What's up, lover boy?
1:06 PM Hello?
1:07 PM Hello?
Men!

12:33 PM Mondli: can we have an anarchic chat?
12:36 PM me: Maybe. Will you run away again?
12:38 PM Hm, looks like you've run away again. Hmmm
12:39 PM Oh well. What can you do? Men, live with them or get a vibrator and some batteries
12:41 PM Oh, you've gone, gone, flown away. Like a butterfly at the sign of first frost upon the grey ash of a nuclear holocaust
12:42 PM Stomp
Stomp
Stomping away in disgust

1:11 PM Mondli: I am back. It is just that you are not so fast.
1:12 PM me: Ahh, I see, you are a slam, bam, thank you ma'am kind of guy. There is something called foreplay you know.

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"Since 1936 I have fought for wage increases. My father before me fought for wage increases. Now I have a TV, a fridge, a Volkswagen. Yet my whole life has been a drag. Don't negotiate with the bosses. Abolish them."--May '68 graffiti

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"And yet simply from the fact that other men as misguided and as pitiful creatures as yourself have made you soldier, tzar, landowner, capitalist, priest, or general, you undertake to commit acts of violence obviously opposed to your reason and your heart, to base your existence on the misfortunes of others, and above all, instead of filling the one duty of your life, recognizing and professing the truth, you feign not to recognize it and disguise it from yourself and others. And what are the conditions in which you are doing this? You who may die any instant, you sign sentences of death, you declare war, you take part in it, you judge, you punish, you plunder the working people, you live luxuriously in the midst of the poor, and teach weak men who have confidence in you that this must be so, that the duty of men is to do this, and yet it may happen at the moment when you are acting thus that a bacterium or a bull may attack you and you will fall and die, losing forever the chance of repairing the harm you have done to others, and above all to yourself, in uselessly wasting a life which has been given you only once in eternity, without having accomplished the only thing you ought to have done."--Leo Tolstoy

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Chatting with Mondli

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