SONG OF THE DAY: Biological Equation (kudzu'd)

For every 7 bananas I buy, I only remember to eat 5. My general habit is I eat one in the car at some point when they are still relatively solid, and then they start going soft and the edge of bad so I frantically eat 4 in a 12-hour period, before giving up on the last two. The 4 I remember to eat in that wonderful soft sweet state, I always toss my peels in the front yard, to trip up ghosts. But actually my front yard is the historic back yard, and my back yard would’ve been the front yard, back when there was a functioning industry back there, and I’d guess most of the ghosts who might have malevolent feelings about the waywardness of my modern way of living might be coming from back there. So fuck, I just realized I been throwing all my banana peels on the wrong side of the house, on the new-fangled “road” side. That’s how they get us – they build physical infrastructure that obfuscates metaphysical reality, and leave us aching in our ancient heart. Damn.

SONG OF THE DAY: Can't Wait To See You Again

In post-digital modern moments like this, everybody feels like they should say something important or concise about the state of things. Even people in their dinky little unseen corners, like this. Fuck it though, go sit on the porch. If you ain’t got a porch, find the closest thing to a porch in your life. The end is never as close as fearmongers tell you. There’s nothing inspiring about fear; it only speaks to the miserable. And if it’s all you’re looking at, it’ll make you miserable. Go sit on the porch. There’s still birds, still a sky, still stars at night. There’s still a tomorrow.

SONG OF THE DAY: I'm On The Outside Looking In

Been doing big things over here. Like I finally got all the laundry folded and put away before there was even half a load of dirty clothes to do. Plus I washed that chicken pan finally. And I got about 2/3 of the yard cut, which is the most it’s been all year so far. Tomorrow is payday, so I’ll pay all my bills, have a tiny bit left, just enough to sit on the porch not doing nothing special, one day closer to death, but still alive.