R41S3D T0 B3 STR4T3G1C...

raised to be a strategic 
burnout which goes off fast as 
fuck in inspired increments 

34RLY L1F3 BVRN0VTS L34RN3D M3...

early life burnouts learned me 
which paths allowed best traction 
for doing dirtgod nonsense 

S0VTH3RN G0TH1CC FVTVR1ST...

southern gothicc futurist… 
born to turn lack of traction 
into grip by burning out 

SONG OF THE DAY: EQ Why

I spent two hours either napping or watching the new stupid Sopranos movie, which sucked, but was probably exciting to people who enjoy seeing famous character look different. It did help my napping though, except I woke up, and the thing was still fucking on. How long was that shit? Who the fuck has time to sit in a movie theater for three hours?

Anyways, this made me think how much of our idea of what’s good and what’s not is enculturation, and the expectations we have from what we’ve already consumed. I absolutely would’ve been better off watching a Wakaliwood movie this afternoon, which is the Ugandan film studio where a house DJ does commentary over the top. The special effects are cheaper, but more special, and the stories are enjoyable. The commentary makes it though, and when I went to the big wheel donk races in North Carolina, it was interesting that they had a house MC talking up the races the whole time too, just like Wakaliwood movies. That’s a piece of African culture modified for post-modern world I wish was more common, because it adds a lot.

Nyege Nyege Tapes is from some festival of crazy people music, and the Wakaliwood folks did a takeover movie where they movie killed a bunch of Nyege Nyege music festival fans as part of the festival one year. I need an arts scene like that, to be honest. America is fucking boring at this point. This song is from an Nyege Nyege release, and whenever I listen to it, I fantasize about stealing spaceships while on biker crank. It’s a lovely fantasy. There was no video for this song so I made one. I should’ve used Wakaliwood footage in retrospect, but I’m not good at retrospect because I’m a southern gothicc futurist.

TH3 S0L3S 0F MY B00TS C0M3 L00S3...

the soles of my boots come loose

long before the tread wears down;

"don't tread on me" misses truth

TW3NTY F1RST C3NTVRY F4VX...

twenty first century faux

muscle cars - performative

acts of "everything's fine"

N3V3R G0T TH4T SVP3RSP0RT...

never got that supersport,

never got caprice classic

on one hundred spoke daytons

TH3 SM3LL 0F R4C1NG FV3L 4S...

the smell of racing fuel as

strong as the smell of fresh cut

grass or mimosa blossoms

SONG OF THE DAY: Regal

yesterday was cutlass 

today is regal 

my heart must be drag racing 

the blossoming of the redbuds 

means the aroma of racing fuel 

is not far away 

4BN0RM4LLY W4RM W1NT3R...

abnormally warm winter

triggering early desires

to smell racing fuel again

SP1NN1NG MY WH33LS, BVRN3D 0VT 4ND...

spinning my wheels, burned out and

conjuring take-offs, but thus

far unable to do it

S1TT1NG 0N P4SS3NG3R S1D3...

sitting on passenger side

sheet metal while my uncle

Ricky made straight stretch passes

L0C4L C0RRVPT10N H3LPS...

local corruption helps

enable regional dreams -

quarter mile oligarchies

W0RK1NG CL4SS M4SS3S CH4S1NG...

working class masses chasing

weekend trophy achievements

where no permission's needed

B1D1NG MY T1M3 'T1L TH3 3ND...

biding my time 'til the end,

distracting my mind as best

as I can, to ease the pain

M3T4PHYS1C4L BVRN 0VT...

metaphysical burn out,

but can't afford an escape,

not even for the evening

M3CH4N1SMS 0F M0T10N...

mechanisms of motion

tweaked into weekend blast-offs,

simply for adrenaline

CH3V3LL3 SVP3RSP0RT L1F3 G04LS...

Chevelle Super Sport life goals

never been realized thus far;

likely not gonna happen

CH41N L1NK RVST P4T1N4 F3NC3...

chain link rust patina fence

at rural drag strip, bearing

witness to eighth mile passes

B3TT3R T0 BVRN 0VT TH4N F4D3...

better to burn out than fade

away mentality makes

mavericks of simple men