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even the wrong side of our 
histories is filled with folks 
forgotten and exploited 

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once we get released from this 
Earthly prison, our actions 
decide how we’re remembered 

SONG OF THE DAY: You Never Know

“RICKAYYYY!” Saddest fuckin’ scene right here, but I made the video all tweaked out. Shout out to Boogie Brown.

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walking down the gravel road, 
and cutting through the woods to 
gawk at the forgotten graves 

SONG OF THE DAY: Deal

At this point in my life, there’s only two types of Grateful Dead songs I still like – ones directly related to amazing drug memories, like “Tennessee Jed”, or ones that would’ve made their way eventually into a Sam Peckinpah western had he ever done one with Pigpen in it because in this alternate timeline Pigpen didn’t die. Thus, I’ll listen to a fuckin’ “Deal” recorded at stupid fucking William & Mary a thousand years ago, back before Deadheads became libertarians and bankrolled self-justifying their own greed through legal weed shops because they were able to cover the immense application fees. Like the video reminds you, never forget Tucker Carlson is a huge deadhead – about as black an eye as a fan base could get.

SONG OF THE DAY: Put That On Me

It still freaks me out that the story of Nipsey Hussle’s murder was so shared in the immediate aftermath, and the guy that shot him was referred to as Shitty Cuz, which appeared not to be the name he went by, even on the streets, but instead the one given to him by others when he was gang raped after accusations of being a snitch. Like I obviously don’t claim to know shit about all of that situation, because it wasn’t my circle, but if you’re a dude who got gang raped by other dudes, and (according to legend) you got given the nickname “Shitty Cuz” in the act of that gang rape, and not only did that become your nickname on the streets who had turned on you, but you then became famous with that name, that’s fucked up. But also according to grand jury documents from later this summer, Hussle was calling Holder out on this in their conversation before the murder, including claiming people had documents on Holder’s snitching.

Holder will be in jail forever now, and likely solitary confinement for killing Hussle, where retribution awaits. It’s also not out of the question (as people suggested at the time) that if Holder was working with authorities, he may have been put up to the murder as well. It may still be hard to believe for those who believe in institutions, but they do try to assassinate upwardly mobile figures who are out here empowering the fucked to not feel fucked.

The whole shit’s like seven sediments of sad – young man who was doing great things killed in his prime, another young man’s life to be spent behind bars, both young men grown in an environment where one is channeled into self-destructive paths, the false promise of economic salvation which unfortunately rested on the efforts of a sole figure to certain extent… and it was all anybody was reading on their algorithm feeds for a week, and we ain’t heard shit about it since. We’re all fucked to one extent or another, by this simulation of a system we’re living in.

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crossing the tunnel between

life and death... not nearly as

glorious as expected

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marble markers for kids too

young to have gotten named in

abandoned cemetery

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opioid overdoses

and car accidents - top two

American death causes

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so easy to disappear...

once the phone battery's dead,

immediate trace is gone

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the legs of soon-to-be-dead

chickens, unaware of the

violence which awaits them

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smashed gravestones in forgotten

family cemeteries

lost in state park's far corner

sadly, the rooster pictured

here was killed earlier this

week by attacking night fox

vulture in dead tree over

top cemetery full of

18th century children

detoxifying my flesh

through loss-of-consciousness sleep

and cleansing effect of worms

the unreal made real daily 

until death - cubicled fool, 

domesticated livestock

military recruitment

often involves hopelessness

plus “fuck it” escape desire

even the thickest booties

lose their soul-pleasing jiggle

after post-mortem decay

research cadavers remain

part and parceled upon shelves

decades after body’s death

plastic people skeletons

litter the paths I've been told

to follow towards success