RAVEN MACK is a mystic poet-philosopher-artist of the Greater Appalachian unorthodox tradition who publishes zines & physical books & electronic books & music & photography & digital art & just generally whatever feels necessary to survive this deluded earth thru Rojonekku Word Fighting Arts survival systems (Version 69, establish 14 Feb 1973). Comments encouraged.

Thursday, May 31

SONG OF THE DAY: ブート



Started vaping a few months back but that just means freestyling chaos southern gothic futuristic styles out loud while driving back and forth from the old home place in rural Fluvanny County, USA, while bumping vaporwave tracks. You see, a guy gave me a 2002 Honda Civic, which is an amazing gift, but even more so because it has a sunroof which of course has to be open at all times it’s not pouring rain, and then when you have that open mind metaphor as your vehicle for transport, and then you trigger this with retrofitted vaporwave tracks which scratch not only at memories from your early degeneracy but also at your current mind which is not nearly as self-destructive, then true ionic treatises start to pour forth from your unconscious flow zones, which you can never truly control because it is more of a tapping into that universally magnetic flow of things than you controlling anything. All of this is why I think intellectual property is bullshit because it’s just capitalist bullshit applied to the pure beauty of creation. Anyways I don’t live out there in Fluvanny no more, living in the small ol’ city, and don’t vape as much because ride the bus instead of driving, and there’s no sunroof on the bus, and also I refuse to wear headphones at this point because I’m trying to stay attuned to the world around me, not separated, but hopefully I’ll find space to vape again, soon.

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