B0RN T0 RVST, FVLL 0F P0T3NT14L...

born to rust, full of potential 
which never got tapped into 
entirely, lost in margins 

F33L M0ST BL3SS3D 1N TH3 D4RKN3SS...

feel most blessed in the darkness, 
crawling through marginal zones 
which don’t know that much newness 

THR1V1NG 4T M4RG1NS 0F...

thriving at the margins of 
dark and light, finding balance 
in imperfect existence 

W4ND3R1NG TH3 N3GL3CT3D...

wandering the neglected 
edges of America 
helps hone bezels of wisdom 

F1ND1NG P34C3 1N TH3 M4RG1NS...

finding peace in the margins 
where ain’t nobody looking, 
at least not at the moment 

F0R B3TT3R 0R W0RS3, 4LW4YS...

for better or worse, always 
found comfort in the margins 
between the light and darkness 

4LW4YS F3LT 0N TH3 0VTS1D3...

always felt on the outside, 
but then learned the fringe is where 
I'd rather be anyways 

SONG OF THE DAY: Drowning On Dry Land

Been listening to a lot of old blues music lately, because when it feels like the world is ending, it’s important to remember you’re not the first person to live under a bridge. You can still have good times, with wild sex by the burn barrel light as the stable world buzzes past overhead, oblivious to you. Perhaps it’s better to live in the margins, in oblivion, without the attachment of normal ass expectations, which always fail to come through. I mean, I had a what felt like the end of the world in the past few years, but here I am today, with more gibberish poetry in my heart than ever, and blood still pumping to most of my dick. It’s never the end of the world; it’s just a change you wasn’t necessarily prepared for. But you don’t have to prepare, you just gotta keep existing. Too much preparation might even get in the way sometimes. Anyways, none of us are the first, and we won’t be the last. We’re just another miniscule human blip on the universal consciousness.
This is all a fairly simplified way of feeling confident in my life not feeling absolutely fucked in this very moment. It’s easy to see the benefits of continuing to walk along the tracks when you’re not actively in the mood to lay down in front of the next empty coal train. But I’ve been there too. And I’m here now. And even though I might get there again, the point is the train’s not for you anyways. It’s for the coal to be scraped from inside the Earth. Life doesn’t necessarily have a point. So fuck it, you might as well keep walking along the tracks, wander off, and enjoy your goddamned self a little.

L4Y3RS 0F S3LF 3XPR3SS10N...

layers of self expression

along the margins slowly

blurred beneath time's parade

SONG OF THE DAY: Nomento

The shadows of good and bad, what’s acceptable and not, margins and mainstreams. I struggle with the concept of marginalization a lot of the times, because a lot of what is considered mainstream (white male) privilege is me, and yet there’s a certain level of marginalization I still feel (outsider, looking in). And at the same time, I honestly feel like the margins might be preferable in some instances, because not being marginalized means assimilation and acceptance, and this assumes the system itself is good and just, which of course it’s not. My twit homie the psychotic philosopher T-2 billions often throws the meme-itation “always choose marginalization” (which oddly enough I think I made a meme of at some point that he throws back at me, showing that working circles of philosophy are spirals, which can go upward or downward). Margins are only margins when the mainstream is still the dominant force. In those shadows though, autonomous zones can be created, which I guess also goes back to how my boy Boogie Brown and me always talked about the Shadow Dwellers, living at the edges where nobody is looking too hard.

It is obvious we live in a fucked up sliding-towards-fascist state, perhaps already there and no slide left other than deeper into the abyss. But they don’t have the ability to watch everything, at every angle. Even if they build their walls around everything, the walls get neglected, and cracks appear. I mean that’s the whole justification of this racist, fear-mongering about the border – that it’s neglected and people sneak through. That has always been the case, and always will, no matter what anyone believes or says. The enforcement of imaginary arbitrary lines that were grown on a master-planned map, which aren’t seen in the real world, until built and maintained, by the mainstream. But cracks appear, then gaps, then the whole sections of that wall. Margins become alternate streams, and sneakily acquire autonomy. A true open society would of course accept everybody, but also fuck acceptance from a fake ass meritocracy mythological bullshit society.

The context of this rant relating to this song is the sample at the end, about living in the shadow of the White House, in DC, in what would feel like an entirely different world. That has always been the case in DC. Inequality, oppression, and the fucked up state of affairs in this county is nothing new under Trump. The elder Bush infamously held up crack he said was gotten across the street from the White House, and this was supposed to shock everybody. The fact crack decimated DC before and after that time, and the only help those communities got was the prison industrial system driving deeper dysfunctional wedges into an already traumatized family structure, didn’t matter to the mainstream. It still doesn’t. No blue wave is going to wash that mainstream into a better direction. Always choose marginalization. Fuck the bullshit.