“I don’t pay my taxes. I won’t pay for weapons, for prisons.”
–Kathy Kelly

I don’t pay my taxes.
I don’t want to fund the jobs of the government and bureaucracy that daily bring us one step closer to George Orwell’s nightmare vision.
I don’t support a Congress who voted themselves pay increases that have doubled their salaries in ten years, while the teachers of America get cut and the poor get poorer everyday.—while my best friend can’t even feed her child or the baby that is growing inside of her.
I don’t want to fund a welfare system based on easy-way-outs and on the principle of monetary silence. I want to see these people, I want to give them help where it counts, not send my dollars and forget about it.
I don’t support the democratic veil of America; I didn’t vote for Bush and neither did many of the people I know. In truth, I, as an American citizen, am still not trusted to pass a responsible direct vote. The electoral college does that for me.
I don’t support the veil of democratic principle that shields a capitalist oligarchy, and I will not give them the food on which they thrive: my hard-earned currency which is in a way equal to my life in the logic of Karl Marx.
I refuse to fund the fruitless Drug War and the imprisonment of my fellow pothead over a rapist/murderer.
And I will never, ever condone the use of technology and the construction of machinery for the sole purpose of destroying human, animal, and ecological life, nor do I condone sanctions which place these aspects of life on a slower path to this same end.
In short, I don’t pay taxes.

And I have nothing to give but drawings and sheets of text when the IRS comes knocking on my door.
Material poverty in itself is a freedom. They cannot take the wealth I have because it is not in material abundance.
“Freedom is just another word for nothing left to lose.”

some one will break this silence sooner or later

i feel independent of all right now … removed yet here as i’ve never been … there is no melancholy in these eyes as of late … i’m attively engaging people … i seem to have a sudden social confidence and interest … i am looking for something in common voices … trying to see what i’ve been missing in this depressive haze of forgetfulness and self-doubt … not to say those aspects i struggle with in myself have disappeared … i just seem more attuned to dealing with it, instead of letting things slip by like water through my fingertips … an impossiblity i have come to accept as things i can never control … people seem more obvious to me now, and needing soemthing … something that i have a bit of the answer to … they want to have what i do … and now i am more willing and ABLE to give it to them ….

I have dropped off the face of the earth for awhile … I don’t really know if I want to find my way back … i am actively engaging in fucking with my brain chemicals … i grow tired of old habits and ways of thinking … there was fear at first … at the realization i could never go back once the familiar synapses had been disconnected … my old chemical paths had to find new routes to jump to … i am doing this because the axon terminals, synapses, and nerve impulse’s paths had been worn, the old nerve roads forming grooves in which these wheels of consciousness were getting stuck in … i had been disillusioned for awhile, coming to the same conclusions because the paths were so ingrained … thank god for disassociative drugs … i find shame in admitting that i could not have done this on my own … i’ve tried and failed … but now that I have chemically severed old ties, i have no choice but to accept the changes and find a new mode of thinking … taking risks is the only way i’m going to find anything in this life … good news though, i am now learning how to use my own chemicals to go on mental journeys few could ever know …