D1RT 4ND GR1M3 FR0M 1NDVSTR14L...

dirt and grime from industrial 
civilization stains our 
existence with depression 

0VR C0LL3CT1V3 PVR1TY...

our collective purity 
was abandoned long ago; 
find peace in still existing 

SONG OF THE DAY: El Puto (Chopped & Screwed)

Was staring at the leaves flaunting their autumn colours, which caused me to embrace Toxic Flamboyance philosophies, which includes using "ou" in place of "o" in words like colour, and also pulling out all the glittery iron on letters I can find, and customizing every blank shirt I have to read things like MASCULINE (silver glitter on hot pink shirt) or EXOTIC STREET PEOPLE in blue glitter letters on blaze orange shirt, which color coordinates with a Scottish GK jersey I have to wear overtop, because it's long sleeve, so I can actually rock autumnal fashion, but when it gets heated, bust off the GK top, and it's a fucked up EXOTIC STREET PEOPLE shirt underneath, in matching colours. Plus, I still got a pair of blaze orange socks with blue stripes from the Family Dollar like half a decade ago. (Sadly, I didn't have enough blue glitter letters, so I had to go with DIRECTOR EXOTICO instead, which is not really sad but an unexpected blessing I haven't realized fully just yet.)

TH3 K3Y T0 D1S4PP34R1NG...

the key to disappearing 
is to make sure you return 
somewhere eventually 

SONG OF THE DAY: Foret

WALKING THRU THE ABANDONED FACTORIES OF THE DECLINING EMPIRE

CELL SERVICE AT ZERO BARS WHICH MEANS NO DIGITAL PRISON

THE CROWS IN THE TOWERING OAKS YELLING QUOTES FROM THE WIRE

"we used to make shit in this country cawww build shit cawww cawww cawww"

AND I LOOK UP THE HOTBALL IN THE SKY

WHICH FEELS LIKE IT GETS CLOSER EVERY YEAR

AND I FINISH THEIR STREAM OF THOUGHT, YELLING

"NOW WE JUST PUT OUR HANDS IN THE NEXT GUY'S POCKET!"

AND THE CROWS FLY AWAY

STARTLED AT MY INHUMANE HONESTY

BUT I'M SIMPLY QUOTING SOME POP CULTURE I CONSUMED

VOMITING IT BACK OUT AT THE NATURAL WORLD

AS IF IT WAS INTELLIGENCE

1 F1ND 1T 34SY T0 L1V3...

I find it easy to live 

out of a car for few days 

here or there, to disappear 

SONG OF THE DAY: Don't Take Her (She's All I Got)

Just a freestyle sonnet today, about love, love lost, inspired by Swamp Dogg's crazy ass and reading about walking poet Vachel Lindsay.

Tethers so tight, yet familiar, begin to feel 

like the comforts of paradise, loved with great zeal, 

until fault lines suddenly shift, which then reveal 

the routine you so loved was much more rut than real. 

Still left reeling, playing back memories in mind, 

of moments that felt floating, not fleeting, outlined 

in bliss - romantic ignorance while intertwined, 

yet once removed, you realize hindsight's less confined. 

When the fault lines shift, life feels like rubble to sort 

through, hoping to stack enough pieces to export 

peace of mind; ache of loss and fearful thoughts distort 

the horizon into darkness, lacking support. 

And yet, once detoxed of tether's caress, bright heart 

begins to impart hope for another love's start. 

S1TT1NG 1N 4 P4RK1NG L0T...

sitting in a parking lot, 
scribbling the simple words that 
come to mind on index cards