March 8, 2021
LACK PART 1
February 15, 2021
A HOICK OF THE HOLOIPOLOI.PART 3
A HOICK OF THE HOLOIPOLOI.PART 2
A HOICK OF THE HOLOIPOLOI.PART 1
THE CONCEPT OF LEGAL EGALITARIANISM.PART 2
THE GREAT CHARTERS OF LIBERTY PART 9
THE GREAT CHARTERS OF LIBERTY.PART 7
THE GREAT CHARTERS OF LIBERTY.PART 6
THE GREAT CHARTERS OF LIBERTY PART 5
THE GREAT CHARTERS OF LIBERTY PART 4
THE GREAT CHARTERS OF LIBERTY.PART 3
GREAT CHARTERS OF LIBERTY.PART 2
GREAT CHARTERS OF LIBERTY.PART 1
THE DISCOVERY OF STARS:WHY THEY THINK?PART 3
February 13, 2021
THE DISCOVERY OF STARS:WHY THEY THINK?PART 2
THE DISCOVERY OF STARS:WHY THEY THINK?PART 1
THE THINKING FACULTY.PART 1
THE RELATIONSHIP BETWEEN ARTS AND DEVELOPMENT AND THE COMPLEX ROLE OF THINKING ENTERPRISE PART 2
THE RELATIONSHIP BETWEEN ARTS AND DEVELOPMENT AND THE COMPLEX ROLE OF THINKING ENTERPRISE.PART 1
THE ART OF TRADITIONAL THINKING PART 3
THE ART OF TRADITIONAL THINKING PART2
THE ART OF TRADITIONAL THINKING.part 1
CHAPTER 4.SCIENTIFIC DECISION MANAGEMENT.
MARX,MARXISM AND NEOMARXISM.PART 2
MARX,MARXISM AND NEOMARXISM.PART1
MARX,MARXISM AND NEOMARXISM PART 3
THE SEVEN DEADLY SINS OF THOUGHTLESSNESS.
February 10, 2021
LARA AT ST.BLUES STREET.PART 5
LARA'S AT ST.BLUES.A PLAY FROM THE ANTHOLOGIES OF ST.BLUES QUEER STREET.
PART 5.JOHN:Hearken now to bankrupt your tedious reticence, away from
your gibberish and retire to labour "Involuntarily, they resumed labour
on the farmfield. And to her office, she was headed in huff, looked
obscene, at the officious temperament of her employee director and
banged the door behind,in the quandary escort of the director, who was
later embarrassed over her weeping.
Lara:See, let me weep, if you m indeed cannot, I can weep.Let my emotive bank its catharsis tear apart . John:Then what weep, weep do you weep?
Lara:I cannot choose but to weep, for my
brethren.Now, they serve me.
Lara:Dont embarrass me please.You call my old school mates sloth?
LARA AT ST.BLUES PART 3
LARA'S AT ST.BLUES.A POETIC DIALOGUE FROM THE ANTHOLOGIES OF ST.BLUES
QUEER STREET. PART 3.Oh what sacred plough in her poohpooh, for still in
her pooh pooh, ploughs a lonely furrows . Never did herself a red
herring, drawn across the rail, ev me ince her red flag shot.She was
engrossed for a pound,from being in for a penny until the days of
reckoning. They behold that Rome was not built in a day, what pyrhic
victory, beckons she; for history barely cast pearls, before nebulous
swines.See, how history exhume the escutcheon's blot, in a turtle of
dual deconium.And so the dead horse was flogged to
death.
Clara:what piercing steel for us, of a colleen in our age bracket?