by pimpleandboil | Aug 22, 2020 | Cambodia, Phnom Penh, Words
Every day I open my eyes, in the dark Often I wake up before, in my dreams Often somewhere else The air I breath is different The heat feels cold I feel but I am not myself Maybe because I am somewhere else I turn my head It’s daylight A cold blazing daylight Blurring...
by pimpleandboil | Jul 8, 2020 | Cambodia, Phnom Penh, Words
A “designer” who does not think, the process of constant self reflection, of themselves simply as a worker is a contagious work unit to society. Not that long time ago advertising (marketing) was considered a cheat, people who trick you, who make you need to buy, do...
by pimpleandboil | Jun 21, 2020 | Cambodia, Phnom Penh, Words
Truth is a rather crude character. A bully so to speak. And in the tradition of tyranny he needs his comrades, defenders of the truth, to create, establish and justify his existence. Or he is rather a malicious damage. Without tyranny there is no truth. Or without the...
by pimpleandboil | Jun 8, 2020 | Cambodia, Phnom Penh, Words
To protest ONLY in solidarity, listen and learn, is a first step towards realization of how deep racism has grown into us [the consciousness of the superior race and class] – rather than exploit; and how important it is to politicize our anger, fear and despair...
by pimpleandboil | Jun 3, 2020 | Cambodia, Phnom Penh, Words
The foundation of a valuable system test – acknowledging that operational mode is a permanent test mode and a modus universalis is Utopia – is to try by any means to destroy the system, by enforcing and corrupting the immanent ill and the invisible uncertainty....
by pimpleandboil | Apr 27, 2020 | Cambodia, Eintrag, Phnom Penh, Words
Zeit. Zeit! Du Arsch, du mir am Notizzettel klebst. Das Genius. Eintrag. Stop.