C0NSTRVCT10N 0F M0R3 L0CK3D GR1DS...

construction of more locked grids

continues in all corners

of American land mass

H0T3L D00R CR4CK3D L3TT1NG TH3...

hotel door cracked letting the

light from a strange city pass

through briefly, like I'm doing

SONG OF THE DAY: Beautiful Loser

Some things are so beautifully stupid they are you. Bob Seger had a knack for making shit like that, then he took himself serious, and now I think he’s actually a cyborg powered by experimental General Motors robotics being funded by the Koch Brothers. Because of this Cyborg Seger only allows you to like the appropriate songs, which are forced into 70s theme radio consciousness (now satellite channels) which impregnate your brain with thoughts of “wow I could get 0% financing on a new Silverado!” except let’s be serious, you and me don’t qualify. We are legit beautiful losers, not art ones, and great art born from truth eventually homogenized into selling manufactured shit is no longer as great an art as the fucked up messes that represent it. Nobody is tattooing Bob Seger lyrics on their bodies, or if they are they are likely cops or at least pro-cop, and nobody who is ever pro-cop should ever be trusted on anything, even simple shit like music. Anyways, these are my thoughts on Bob Seger’s “Beautiful Loser”. I hope you don’t wreck your car again this weekend.

0VTL13R 4N4LYS1S...

outlier analysis

of manmade power gridlock,

done unseen, with deep layers

L4Y3RS 0F S3LF 3XPR3SS10N...

layers of self expression

along the margins slowly

blurred beneath time's parade

CH3M1C4L R3FL3CT10NS 0F...

chemical reflections of

homo sapiens barely

natural or organic

W4LK1NG THR0VGH SM4LL T0WN 4LL3YS...

walking through small town alleys,

each step an expedition

for deeper understanding

SP1NN1NG MY WH33LS, BVRN3D 0VT 4ND...

spinning my wheels, burned out and

conjuring take-offs, but thus

far unable to do it