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.

Saturday, August 18

SONG OF THE DAY: Argos Farfish



Strange how so much internet has assumed standard Monday-Friday operation levels, where weekend slows down to less content. Also strange how I’ve somehow followed this model. A motherfuckin’ song of the day likely more necessary and relevant on the weekend than week day anyways. Plus weekend and weekday is a social construct, because tons of people, including most of those I’m close with, don’t operate on “standard” M-F day time work schedule. You always hear folks tossing out that “quit normalizing” or “start normalizing” about normalization of different shit. In my opinion, fuck all normalizations, and norms.
That being said, when you ain’t got to work, the day feels a good bit lighter than days you do got to work. Having two days in a row where you ain’t got to work means the first day of them days off is extra-hype, because not only can you do whatever the fuck you want to, but you also have an extra day to recover if whatever you decide to do taxes the hell out your internal physical resources.
There’s no normal time schedule, in fact having a set schedule of your life dedicated towards working at some shit you ain’t really about in order to earn not quite enough money to pay debts attached to you which you’re not entirely all about either is not normal behavior at all. We spend all our goddamn time chasing shit we don’t even want, or if we are one of the lucky few who catch a carrot, almost immediately another bigger carrot is dangled just out of reach again, so we drop the one we just caught up to in order to keep chasing that other hot new shit.
So what I’m saying is fuck it all, fuck a Monday through Friday schedule, fuck an internet now entirely gentrified by bougie ass open mic comedians and/or pundits, fuck the digital homogenization of creative thought and act and not give a fuck. Fuck all borders, all nations, all gods, all masters. Step outside and love the Earth, whether that means being all granola funk express and getting lost in the woods looking at tiny mushrooms at the bottom of the forest floor, or if it means having on some fresh kicks with matching jersey and cooking out at the park. Breath that fresh air, turn the screen over face down or power off so you can power up, let the positive funk which can be found anywhere on this earth where people is allowing themselves and allowed by environs to be real people, let that funk motherfuckin’ flow. Put some liquids that make your gut flora tingle into your insides, look up at the sky, and mashallah all day every day. Salaam, cousins.

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