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[semperspero]

It is way past my dinner time, I am too lazy to bother to cook with any immediacy - so to employ hyperbole, I'm starving - and if I ever meet Michel Foucault, I'll only pause to make absolutely certain of his identity before stringing him up by his ankles and dousing him with tar followed by a goodly smattering of feathers

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[necessaryspace]

goodly smattering of feathers is a fun phrase. =)

[semperspero]

Foucault died in 1984 of AIDS. Since I wrote this entry, I've come so far as to admit his genius. (According to Rosi Braidotti, men who are geniuses are rightly called geniuses. Women who are geniuses are called mad and locked up in sheds behind the university. I suppose that's where you'll be able to find me in a few years.)

[semperspero]

Add Julius Caesar to my list of white men to burn.

De Belli Gallico, need I say more?