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Writing·Jaia Papitz

Please, let the crazy run the asylum!

Who cannot smile, shouldn’t cry. Just be still for a moment and let the lips follow their natural flow. It will end up in a smirk eventually and then, by mid-November, their movement will be just fucking hysterical. And the...

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Writing·Jaia Papitz

Zen Nazi

Have you seen those 'Zen Nazi' lately? You know, those who'd rather hug a tree instead of their child (most likely the kid who'll be a candidate to walk in the school with a rifle), be mad about working conditions...

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Writing·Jaia Papitz

Mourning, into the absurd

Like the powerless gazelle watching its calf being eviscerated ravenously by an insensitive feline, we mourn absurdly the perennial tragedy. Why? What monster could have committed this atrocity? The mirror’s shards are scattered throughout one’s life, beneath soles and soiled...

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Writing·Thereddragon

Thank You

Thanks for having me, please comment, good, bad or otherwise, on my attempts at a new medium for expression.. Rich

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Writing·Andra Parvu

Neither Hitchcock, nor Poe. Just a reality show.

We believed we had it all. And then along came prophets, politicians, artists, psychoanalists, journalists, anthropologists, lawyers, doctors, X factors, and all the especially specialized specialists and explained to us that no, no, no, that was not all, and more...

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Writing·Alex Mascarenhas

To Live and Die in L.A.

Actors in Los Angeles are like the angels themselves – a dime a dozen. The first time I heard – well, read, really – this expression was in the Arthur Miller’s play Death of a Salesman, written in 1949. If...

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Writing·Jaia Papitz

i Exile – Vol. 1

Well, now that iExile is back up and all the malicious intruders are out, we plan to make this online publication more accessible. The goal is that every quarter, beginning with 2013, to have an ebook/issue released every quarter and...

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Writing·Jaia Papitz

Bin Laden is dead. Long live the king.

The other day, the fear was murdered. Ambushed in the dark corner of the hope, the monster was slaughtered so we can reclaim ourselves from our evil twin that wiretapped and Guantanamoed US. A triumph of the bullet. The last...

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Writing·Jaia Papitz

Suicidal Ape

It is obvious that we can't find a common ground. We are still believers, not rational creatures. Just listening to any conversation, it's impossible not to hear at least once: I believe. That's nothing wrong with the word itself only...

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Writing·Night Shadow

A glimpse through my eyes

Hello To All, I am  a free style poet , writer and photographer.  My inspiration is LIFE.  I see the world in flowing color and my writing reflects every shade of every degree, from the lightest and brightest to...

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Writing·Jaia Papitz

From Auschwitz to Gaza Strip

If one would take the already walked path from the Gas Chambers of Auschwitz to the Wall of West Bank without pondering, then logic is dead. The maze that the pundits meticulously knit is frivolous and hides the facts into...

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Writing·Jaia Papitz

I as in team

I would like to cry but unrandom tears would appear childish. Their reflection in the rippled puddle would be carried to the shore, carving into the sidewalk's curb a barren passage under the thorn asphalt, into the sewage of hope....

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Writing·Jaia Papitz

Terror as life, murder as love

We are shellfish filtering all the anguish of existence through the gun barrel. We never existed as a humanity but only as self coerced live stock. Often, one of us pierces through the imaginary fence, slaying the self backbone until...

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Writing·Jaia Papitz

Versus

Health care; an American vanity? A world's indolence? The metamorphosis of The Hippocratic Oath from a factual statement into a myth? The constant competition, just to bow into the spot light, irrelevant as a football season. The arrogance to show...

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Writing·Jaia Papitz

The New World: America or The Last Chance We Rigged

1492 seems like a galaxy away yet The Dark Ages appear more prevalent than ever. The New World, accidentally or not stumbled upon, once discovered, it reignited the aspirations of millions of getting a fresh start. Devouring the idea that...

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Writing·Jaia Papitz

The obtuse idiot cycle: Rush Limbaugh

Listen! I do not agree with most American imperialistic policies. I'm not happy about Mr. Obama's accomplishments during his immature presidential term and I certainly refute the validity of the greedy corporate World but, agreeing with the goat fucking Taliban...

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Writing·Jaia Papitz

Rapist wanted!

I would pay top dollar to someone just to obliterate my consciousness. Then, he/she (no sex discrimination here) must perform the task of a complete dismemberment of the thought. But, why place such an ad when you can elect them,...

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Writing·Jaia Papitz

Anger fuse

Was an encounter I never thought I'd intersect voluntarily. And if I did, I would just let it go by like a shot of tequila. Undrunk. I am a simple man. I like people whose intelligence stimulate me and I...

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