SONG OF THE DAY: Life Keeps Happening

Life does keep happening, if you're lucky. Not much else to say about that because I was practicing cartomancy on my back but never finished laying out the spread - it's just a jack of diamonds by itself, hanging there, waiting to be paired or combined with other meaning. This has left me in a constant state of high potential but imbalance ever since. I need to fix that shit, but I'm stuck right now just being. At least I thought so, but the human body is connected to the universe in ways the mind won't ever understand, so since my right side has that jack of diamonds and my left side is still blank, awaiting further fate, my left ear died on me the end of last week, like an old car. It'll turn over, but it lacks power, missing a few cylinders. Went to the earhole specialists and they did a millions tests and said, "shrug, come back in two weeks, let's try it again." Universe telling me, finish the spread, don't stand pat when the cards ain't been finished dealing. And that's how life keeps happening, trying to teach you lessons, but you always think you're too fucking smart to listen.

TH3 S1L3NC1NG 0F S1R3NS...

the silencing of sirens 
will one day feel ominous, 
until the birds start singing 

SONG OF THE DAY: Jo Lean (Slurred & Blurred)

Jo Lean video 

SHOUT OUT TO DJ BRILLIANT, SLURRING IT AND BLURRING IT. He told me he'd never really listened to this song before he fucked with it, slowing it down and chopping it up. True artists understand the essence of the material they're working with, even without analysis. Without thinking. Shit just comes to you, naturally, like McDonalds bags full of fries to a pack of crows.

SONG OF THE DAY: Foret

WALKING THRU THE ABANDONED FACTORIES OF THE DECLINING EMPIRE

CELL SERVICE AT ZERO BARS WHICH MEANS NO DIGITAL PRISON

THE CROWS IN THE TOWERING OAKS YELLING QUOTES FROM THE WIRE

"we used to make shit in this country cawww build shit cawww cawww cawww"

AND I LOOK UP THE HOTBALL IN THE SKY

WHICH FEELS LIKE IT GETS CLOSER EVERY YEAR

AND I FINISH THEIR STREAM OF THOUGHT, YELLING

"NOW WE JUST PUT OUR HANDS IN THE NEXT GUY'S POCKET!"

AND THE CROWS FLY AWAY

STARTLED AT MY INHUMANE HONESTY

BUT I'M SIMPLY QUOTING SOME POP CULTURE I CONSUMED

VOMITING IT BACK OUT AT THE NATURAL WORLD

AS IF IT WAS INTELLIGENCE

SONG OF THE DAY: Juice

The melancholy grey of global warmed false spring morning at the truck stop near the interstate diamond exchange, most any rural area America. I’m leaning against my car as the gas pumps automatically, waiting for the pump lock to kick off, watching the crows congregate near the surveillance cameras on top of the other gas station with the McDonald’s attached. The crows are talking their shit, scavenging for cheeseburger wrappers with anything left, and the cameras are just keeping an ever-present eye on everything. The truck stop gas pumps blare pop radio country music, but there’s little dirt inside the sounds. We are living off the watered down juices of free spirited visions right now, everything from concentrate, genetically modified organisms pretending to be freebirds. The empire never trickled all the way down to everybody, but all these empty cheeseburger wrappers have left us plump with the belief we have it all, but there’s no real juice to none of this. It’s all fuckin’ tap water, full of shit and beta blockers, and we passively engage with oxygen intake while moving through the established routines of our day. I’m watching one crow in particular, a bold swaggering rook skip-stepping through the parking lot across the way, and he flaps off to a grass-ish median with what looks like a chunk of a McChicken sandwich, and my gas pump clicks off because it’s full. I squeeze it tight one more time, forcing a little bit more of that watered down nutritionless freedom juice into my car’s gullet, and then drive off into oblivion again. It is Monday, and we’re all fucked, but we keep pretending it’s going to be okay, because we don’t know what else to do. The surveillance cameras know far less than the crows do, but we’ve somehow convinced ourselves of the exact opposite.

R34D1NG 4LL TH3 S1GNS TH4T S4Y...

reading all the signs that say

counter clocks, try to travel

close to the crow's direction

SONG OF THE DAY: Delphine

the full (fool) moon (glowing orb) has tag teamed 

our collective psyche with vernal equinox 

the crows have begun to caw with more force 

announcing the return of getting some shit done 

red buds of tree (not the purple of redbud official) 

are popping up high on the mountain above my basement apt. 

as well as along the interstate I pretend to move upon 

yellow forsythia flashing me sexily 

contemplation upon finally building 

that pyramid of creeping phlox 

angled towards the sky 

an altar of earthen work 

dedicated to nothing 

except the power 

of lounge 

SC4TT3R1NG CR4CK3D C0RN F0R CR0WS...

scattering cracked corn for crows;

thus far, they've not returned the

favor, but I am patient

SVP3RV1S1NG N0TH1NGN3SS...

supervising nothingness,

listening out for the snitch crow

to warn the others, that bitch

FVK4S3 D0CVM3NT3D...

Fukase documented

the same solitude I see;

most folks blinded by purpose

S1TT1NG TH3R3, C0MF0RT4BL3...

sitting there, comfortable

in our silence, listening

to congregation of crows

MYST3R10VS 0R4NG3 HVG1NNS...

mysterious orange Huginns

and purple Muninns spread out

wings during spray mist darkness

TOP TEN "BE A SIMPLE KIND OF MAN" MEDITATIONS

deeply in need of
forest bath - smell too much like
civilization#rojonekku #shardhaiku pic.twitter.com/kba1uxjjX3

— JVST DIRT-GOD oxoxo (@rojonekku) August 29, 2017

exit interview
with squawking mockingbirds at
edge of developed#rojonekku #shardhaiku pic.twitter.com/VcWHNyTz3l

— JVST DIRT-GOD oxoxo (@rojonekku) August 29, 2017

humane feet silenced
by lack of shoes allows for
feeling each step true#rojonekku #shardhaiku pic.twitter.com/IFBHv7YTaF

— JVST DIRT-GOD oxoxo (@rojonekku) August 29, 2017

naked in nature
afraid of manmade laws more than
feral predators#rojonekku #shardhaiku pic.twitter.com/BkwtAEQLwR

— JVST DIRT-GOD oxoxo (@rojonekku) August 29, 2017

most dangerous force
in nature remains people
- our own worst devil#rojonekku #shardhaiku pic.twitter.com/Njm8TVVgov

— JVST DIRT-GOD oxoxo (@rojonekku) August 29, 2017

decompress myself
to symphony of insects,
birds, frogs, plus unknowns#rojonekku #shardhaiku pic.twitter.com/GMpfH3wziW

— JVST DIRT-GOD oxoxo (@rojonekku) August 29, 2017

even out here (though)
distant buzz of machines from
sky, rail, or highway#rojonekku #shardhaiku pic.twitter.com/B6Z2iXmYj8

— JVST DIRT-GOD oxoxo (@rojonekku) August 29, 2017

resisting "resource"
thinking single breath at a
time - simplify mind#rojonekku #shardhaiku pic.twitter.com/IKDWL7sb2V

— JVST DIRT-GOD oxoxo (@rojonekku) August 29, 2017

"simple" as insult
- programmed by culture to think
complicated's good#rojonekku #shardhaiku pic.twitter.com/hz8F5xdWpC

— JVST DIRT-GOD oxoxo (@rojonekku) August 29, 2017

culture is poison
unless fermented with full
feral biosphere#rojonekku #shardhaiku pic.twitter.com/8zd8nj3xBZ

— JVST DIRT-GOD oxoxo (@rojonekku) August 29, 2017

#1: deeply in need of/forest bath - smell too much like/civilization
#2: exit interview/with squawking mockingbirds at/edge of developed
#3: humane feet silenced/by lack of shoes allows for/feeling each step true
#4: naked in nature/afraid of manmade laws more than/feral predators

#5: most dangerous force/in nature remains people/- our own worst devil

#6: decompress myself/to symphony of insects,/birds, frogs, plus unknowns

#7: even out here (though)/distant buzz of machines from/sky, rail, or highway

#8: resisting "resource"/thinking single breath at a/time - simplify mind

#9: "simple" as insult/- programmed by culture to think/complicated's good

#10: culture is poison/unless fermented with full/feral biosphere

S1MPL3 B1RD 0N 4 W1R3 N0T...

simple bird on a wire not

so simple unless species

ego claims Earth dominion

M0R3 4L0N3 TH4N M34NT T0 B3...

more alone than meant to be,

but too late to turn back now so

I listen to the birds talk

ST4RL1NGS 4R3 TH3 SKY'S KVDZV...

starlings are the sky's kudzu,

murmurations overwhelm
biosphere beautifully

CR0WS C0MP0S1NG C0RR1D0S...

crows composing corridos

in honor of elder oaks

(as well as revered others)

majestic crow captured just...

majestic crow captured just

as launching from heat pipe perch,

feathers like middle fingers

contemplating outstanding...

contemplating outstanding

warrants from mountaintop chill

while crows caw freebird lyrics

electric towers and taut

cables still overshadowed

by simple crows, scattered clouds