Tuesday, August 2, 2011

Crimethink

Crimethink can be reached from the subway station only by means of a daring double somersault. It is only a multiple orgasm away from the checkout counter of the grocery store, and a mere lobbed brick distant from the witness bench of the courtroom, but it is much harder to access from the closed playpens of your homes, schools, workplaces, and punk rock clubs—only a mystical revelation or masterless revolution will suffice. Crimethink riots rather than diets, so as to love itself body and soul.


Crimethink cannot be captured by the cameras of the photojournalists. Crimethink dies on its feet before it lives on its knees, but it's more likely to be found on the run in between. . . just like you, perhaps.
Crimethink is the burning bush in the desert of industrial society, which can still be found between the thighs of the most mercilessly free and beautiful. Crimethink is revenge for that fucking flag they put on the moon.
Crimethink doesn't speak, it acts, and only speaks when speaking is acting. Crimethink stakes out its dominion where the body is the jagged edge of the world, stopping proudly short of the abyss of abstraction. Crimethink says to you: I put a spell on you, because you're mine.
For the market manages the managers, hierarchy bosses the bosses, capitalism owns the owners, but a crimethinker is truly a human being, free and wild.




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8 comments:

  1. This is great, but you should try putting the text in a different color, so people can see the link at the bottom XD

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  2. Badass post, I loved it. Checking out this website now.
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  3. I love yout blog man. Realy funny +follow

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  4. I tried, but you lost me. I'm checking out that weblink though. :)

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  5. hmm this is definitely a different way of thinking. Gonna check out the weblink but in the meantime
    +followed

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  6. thanks for all the insights and follows comrades!

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