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Before Shawn mired me in intrigue, anarchism was much like brunch. That is, if I hooked-up with another anarchist I would be engaging in anarchism, in the same way as if I ate food between breakfast and lunch I'd be engaging in brunch. Both these words being pretty meaningless as they would both be me in the process of doing my thing regardless of the constraining terminology.

Having come from a big city and socialist background I naturally became totally pissed off with and worn down by constructed "anarchism" and just wanted to chill the fuck out and be a beautiful and latent pain in the arse, amen.

I maintain semantic doubts about Shawn's endeavour purely because I simply desire anarchy. Basically, us meeting each others' cranky and quirky butts with a jeopardous wry smile, or for us to become illegible to any system beyond compassion and generosity.

In spite of my caution, I sense magic in Shawn's words. So as birds to a feather, I am along for the ride. I have ideas where Shawn may be taking us all, however large scale divination really isn't my thing... Still, I foresee benefit.

Perhaps vainly, I hope we don't out ourselves too much as to be recuperated toward "taking brunch" with all its inferred ̶c̶o̶n̶d̶i̶m̶e̶n̶t̶s connotations.