Essex bred spoken word poet currently running riot in The home of Partridge. Fueled by cookies, hopeless romanticist's, anarchists and growing up in the places no one wants to go I'm Joshua I'm 21 and an anthropology/film nerd and i will write poems on request in exchange for vegan snacks.
this is occasionally a space for me to spew high thoughts, this could make squares feel uncomfortable, if you are a square please leave now.
• Ask me anything
If you look at the world and say “Yes, there are enough homes for people, yes, there is enough food for people, but if we give it away for free they won’t have earned it and the economy will collapse.” Then you have chosen money (a constructed medium of exchange) over living beings who only want to continue living in peace and safety.
And I have no qualms telling you, that is the wrong choice, and you have been brainwashed by this destructive, exploitative system.
I made our living room into a super snug cinema den now i am going to spend the whole day watching french new wave and eating pizza with a duvet over my head.