About: This is “Echo of Freedom, Radical Podcast (Эхо Свободы, Радикальный Подкаст)”. In each podcast episode a different issue is discussed. Each episode can stand by itself, but there is a direction of the whole podcast towards the complete liberation. Additionally this is the space where poetry will be uploaded.
Author: My name is VolodyA! V Anarhist, i am politically anarchist, ethically vegan, spiritually ex-buddhist, religiously atheist, epistimologically agnostic, artistically poetic, sexually perverted, and queer gender-wise. But this podcast is not about myself, but rather about my ideas.
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Fri, 30 November 2012
На Эхо Свободы я уже не раз говорил о ругательствах. В этом эпизоде я парафразирую Стивена Фрая, который выразил многое что я хотел сказать лучше меня самого.
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Fri, 9 November 2012
For for forgiveness i for forty years forayed in foreign forts and former castles, fortnighly i could not forget my foreshadow. Forever, it for sure seems for forefathers, i formlessly foreslowed the fork of my forced life.
Four choices formed my former self, four choices would forsuth format my future, i formulated my foreglim. Forgive the foreigner; forgo the land with forfeit, form new home four hundred forty miles to the south; forget foretail living formely untarnished; or fortify the home without formal logic forum.
The fourth i foredeclared with not a pause for fouty breaths. Forget-me-not for this has formed on my fortuneless forehead. Forever visible. Forever publically. Forever for all.
For me alone fortnightly only formed remembrance for pain in mind formidably forward forced itself. Forget i couldn't, forego i did not want to. Forensically i formed my forward-looking country's formic action. We'd forego forever fornication for we for sure formed the evil much grander former kings'.
For forty years has passed since forealleged decision my country has forever disappeared. And for forthcoming peoples i foresee the future not better than our foregone past.