RAVEN MACK is a mystic poet-philosopher-artist of the Greater Appalachian unorthodox tradition. He does have an amazing PATREON, but also *normal* ARTIST WEBSITE too.

Sunday, September 2

SONG OF THE DAY: Lover's Rock (Chopped Not Slopped)


The cultural bookmarks of summer being betwixt Memorial Day and Labor Day kinda fuck me up, because all the other cultural shit I’m supposed to have done – gone on a vacation, sat at the beach, chilled the fuck out – hadn’t really happened. Plus social media is a devil cop, because you see people sitting at the beach going on vacation chilling the fuck out and you wonder what’s wrong with you, or why you ain’t got shit it looks like everybody else got?
Just remind myself I have the heart of a lounger, where the blood pumps slow enough to not allow manufactured drama overtake when shot out from a brain too heavily steeped in poison culture inputs. I was walking a lot all the time, so even if I wasn’t getting planned and paid excursions in one big lump sum, as many nights or mornings or possible I was “getting away”. Acting with the heart of a lounger means you’re trying to build vacation escape endorphins in your every day, and not on some rich man life of leisure shit either, because for a workingman or anyone born and bred far enough down the American pyramid scam that “life of leisure” never been a possibility, you gotta figure out how to keep it light with heavy weight pushing down on your shoulders at all times. It’s doable.
Anyways, if you got a three-day weekend and acting like it’s the end of summer with assorted lounge activities, I hope it’s a blessed couple days of high chill. And if you still gotta work, like many folks do, ironically on Labor Day because our poison culture more concerned with productivity than the power of lounge, and got us all trapped in these financial user agreements which don’t really benefit us, then I hope you have a blessed couple days too. Fuck these devils.

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