the twisted geometry
of master planners high off
their own lack of innate chill
Sunday, October 20
SONG OF THE DAY: Baby Makin' Beats
rainy sunday bumpin beats
drankin corny ass coffee w/the hazlenut drip
thinkin about how I miss the rain on the tin roof
and the leak on the front porch
but it's alright
the laundry room light went out
in this moldy basement apartment
and I ain't gonna bother the landlord to fix it
bc they assholes anyways
everybody is strugglin
everybody feels doomed
everybody is one tragedy away from contemplating suicide
to a deeper level than they'd publicly admit
none of us alone right now
though the ways we been trained to connect
make us feel more disconnected than ever
that's by design
them devils know the divide & conquer trick
and it's multiple forces of devils using it
devils every goddamned where
but so is good
shit's embedded in our heart
just gotta pay attention to it
start calculating more heart math
listen to the rain
put a pen in your hand and write shit down
scribble words pictures truths
don't share it where these devils can see it
with their self-ordained all-seeing eyes
which ain't really everywhere
pass notes
we're all strugglin
we all feel doomed
that's by design
so let's pass notes
draw up something new
for after this falls down
they say this way is cancelled
we gonna hit the end
it's gone too far and gotten too old
I say fuck it
let's make a new baby
and keep growing
like mycelium not economy
keep it underground
connecting tendrils of real life people
who help each other feel safe
to admit all the shit troubling us all
to one degree
or another
TR4D3R J03'S P0T ST1CK3RS F0R...
Trader Joe's pot stickers for
breakfast before sun rises,
long day of meandering
Saturday, October 19
T1M3 TR4V3L1NG 4DV3NTVR3S...
time traveling adventures
of Dirtgod and Pam Grier,
in our Impala spaceship
SM4LL T0WNS WH1CH W1LL N3V3R B3...
small towns which will never be
great again, no matter how
much politicians promise
Friday, October 18
SONG OF THE DAY: Flag of Hate
WAS CONTEMPLATING FRIDAY IN FALL FEELINGS OF
FUCK-IT-NESS, WITH A PERSONAL HISTORICAL PERSPECTIVE.
40 YRS AGO I WOULD’VE BEEN 6, SO PROBABLY JUST
COMING HOME FROM SCHOOL, FUCKING OFF, HOPING THINGS WEREN’T CRAZY.
30 YRS AGO I WOULD’VE BEEN AMPED UP FOR DRUNKEN
AND DRUGGED DEBAUCHERY. FALL WAS ALWAYS A GREAT TIME TO DROP ACID, AND HIDE OUT
ON LOGGING TRAILS WITH FRIENDS, BEING YOUNG AND STUPID AND BEAUTIFUL AND TRYING
TO RUSH AGE EVEN DEATH.
20 YRS AGO WOULD’VE HAD A BABY AND ALSO WORKED AT
THE COPY SHOP HALF A DAY ON SATURDAYS SO LIKELY STILL DRANK TO GET DRUNK BUT
NOT SO MUCH I WAS A NON-FUNCTIONING ALCOHOLIC.
10 YRS AGO WOULD’VE BEEN SELF-EMPLOYED THUS MOSTLY
UNEMPLOYED AND ALSO VERY MUCH A POUNDER OF A 12-PACK A DAY, LIKELY AT HOME,
WITH THREE CHILDREN NOW, AND MAN I’M SO FUCKING THANKFUL I AM WHO I AM NOW NOT
WHAT I WAS ALL OF THOSE OTHER THENS, ALTHOUGH ALL OF THAT MADE ME WHAT THIS IS
NOW.
I WONDER WHAT WILL BE TEN YEARS FROM NOW?
RVNN1NG B3TW33N TW0 L1N3S 0F...
running between two lines of
bed sheets drying outside, like
a space portal for children
Thursday, October 17
TH3 1LLVS10N 0F R1GHT N0W...
the illusion of right now
often gets overwhelming;
disappear for a long walk
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