B3N34TH TH3 P0L1T1C4L...

beneath the political 
divisions, mycelium 
tendrils prepare for what’s next 

SONG OF THE DAY: Let The Dollar Circulate

metaphysical pyramids
built upon other people’s heads

you never even see much less

acknowledge – economic

liberation theory

is built upon social scientific fallacies

mythological meritocracies

and all these advertising psychologies

are actual neurology connected to biology

like mushroom tendrils beneath the surface

of what the fuck we think we know

hoping the transformations

we may or may not be seeing

continue spreading beneath the surface

and don’t get exposed to above ground

established political pesticides

which train the vine to grow along

the sides of brick institutions which

already existed – postcard picture perfect

becoming part of the establishment

and pretending reform happened

that feral growth was allowed to blossom

rather than transplanted into those

same old English gardens

like we’ve been doing for too

many centuries to keep making

marks on the wall about

SONG OF THE DAY: Jailbreak the Tesla

Jailbreaking an army of cybertrucks to drive into the wireless zones of West Virginia, to leave there to rust. Code name Teflon Rust, working with crow allies to combat starling drones manufactured since at least 1983. There is no technological solution to being human.

SONG OF THE DAY: Baby Makin' Beats

rainy sunday bumpin beats 

drankin corny ass coffee w/the hazlenut drip 

thinkin about how I miss the rain on the tin roof 

and the leak on the front porch 

but it's alright 

the laundry room light went out 

in this moldy basement apartment 

and I ain't gonna bother the landlord to fix it 

bc they assholes anyways 

everybody is strugglin 

everybody feels doomed 

everybody is one tragedy away from contemplating suicide 

to a deeper level than they'd publicly admit 

none of us alone right now 

though the ways we been trained to connect 

make us feel more disconnected than ever 

that's by design 

them devils know the divide & conquer trick

and it's multiple forces of devils using it

devils every goddamned where

but so is good

shit's embedded in our heart

just gotta pay attention to it

start calculating more heart math

listen to the rain

put a pen in your hand and write shit down

scribble words pictures truths

don't share it where these devils can see it

with their self-ordained all-seeing eyes

which ain't really everywhere

pass notes

we're all strugglin

we all feel doomed

that's by design

so let's pass notes

draw up something new

for after this falls down

they say this way is cancelled

we gonna hit the end

it's gone too far and gotten too old

I say fuck it

let's make a new baby

and keep growing

like mycelium not economy

keep it underground

connecting tendrils of real life people

who help each other feel safe

to admit all the shit troubling us all

to one degree

or another

SONG OF THE DAY: Slow Spinnin'

World still spinning slow, at same pace as ever through same space as ever, despite the malcontent machinery manufacturing mad anxiety that we’re gonna walk into a giant blank wall marked END TIMES GAME OVER any year now. Is the cataclysmic change of climate true? Sure. But lolol you ain’t dismantled the device in your hands have you? Any time shit falls apart, part of it grows back together – that’s the natural way of things. Scars get left, sometimes things get wiped out, but people ain’t gonna stop scrabbling across the surface of this Earth any time soon, albeit the herd may get thinned. Mushroom spores will scatter, the poison clouds will eventually dissipate, and sure it takes many half-lives for some of our poison to decay, many of us are already living half-lives ourselves, so maybe shit needs to fall apart and get pieced back together anyways. Unfortunately, people tend to be complacent, and it takes trauma to wake us up at times. Nonetheless, it’s Friday, it’s chill outside (at least where I am), so walk around outside (if you are able) and scatter some metaphysical spores amongst the industrial detritus of our these days American lives.

TH1RTY-THR33 MVSHR00M M0SQV3S SPR0VT...

thirty-three mushroom mosques sprout

in eastern woodlands circle,

no body to see but me

SVP3RN4TVR4L 3V3NTS...

supernatural events

happen on daily basis;

very rarely does it make news

SONG OF THE DAY: Long Live Palestine

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Palestine has an active hip hop movement, and in fact hip hop has been part and parcel of Palestinian resistance for a while. My eldest offspring keeps me posted on this shit, and though this Lowkey song is known on the internet, apparently the version featuring DAM and other Palestinian artists was bigger for the people, because despite blockades and lack of movement for people to and from Palestine, there was a performance of this song where the people physically in Palestine performed on a stage there, with those outside as part of the worldwide diaspora. As fucked up as the internet is, as a whole, it still has those little glimmers of connecting us. In fact, I’d say that’s why the internet got fucked up, because it did connect people, outside of the mainstream, so the mainstream worked to re-corral everything. Whereas everybody had their own fucked up little websites back in the day, everything is filtered through search engine and social media algorithms now, and you and I as regular people don’t have the same access to how the algorithm works as those with the money to gain access. Internet is still a mycelium though, not a machine, and though the algorithms are worked, that shit breaks eventually. The underground tendrils will always remain once the superficial layer up top is scraped away.

PR4Y1NG T0 MYC3L1VM...

praying to mycelium

gods for regeneration

of broken neuronal cells

PR4Y1NG T0 MYC3L1VM...

praying to mycelium

gods for salvation from man's

lust for constant abstract "growth"

4S MVSHR00MS 4PP34R, 1 H34R...

as mushrooms appear, I hear

a genius voice explaining,

"straight out the slums of Shaolin"

4DV4NC3D TH1NK1NG L1TTL3 0R4NG3...

advanced thinking little orange

boys advancing across the

forest floor, flagless of course

TH3 W0RLD 1S G0NN4 3ND, W3...

"THE WORLD IS GONNA END, WE

HAVE TO VOTE CORRECTLY!" screamed

all those ignoring mushrooms

PSYCH0S0M4T1C 3FF3CT...

psychosomatic effect

of lion's mane supplements

wore off once life got lifey

SONG OF THE DAY: tr0gl0dYt3

caveman molecules activated

southern humidity acclimated

most days in goodwill button-up and goddamn I hate it

was born to barefoot in woods or walking 7 miles through alien neighborhoods

full of cousins I ain’t met yet so of course it’s all ways all good

all this progress all the technological advance

and yet hearts are more clogged than ever

too much manufactured saturated facts

fractured from what’s real

fuck it

I remedy with each step I take each day I’m still breathing

purify the enculturated poisons with a mushroom’s persistence

pushing my head through the muck

unfuck it

create

grow

be good

which is never as hard

as it is made out to be

caveman molecules wasn’t ignorant

same molecular structure

same energies negative and positive spinning around

in the same chaotic spirals

as the beginning of time

each day I’m just trying

to find

peace