SONG OF THE DAY: Starlight (kudzu'd)

There’s an old saying among my people in my head that says, “If you are too focused on the stars overhead, you will stub your toe on a cinderblock in the yard.” What this saying means is, yes, we should aspire for Universal Magnetism. But we also must collect scrap rebar and old cinderblocks and build immersive art environments from junk here on Earth. Where else will the spaceships know to land when they finally come back to retrieve all the blessed ones inhabiting the Hollow Earth, as well as the chosen 144,000 of us on the surface who have shown our worth by acts, not promises?

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boxing ourselves into the 
reality built around 
us does not lead to escape 

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entangled within tendrils 
of techno logic running 
antithetical to wild 

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: Greenville Trestle High

The lonesome whistles are fewer and farther between, and trains of thought are easily derailed by the fog of distractions blowing from the unseen smokestacks surrounding us. Many places, they’re ripping out the train tracks and putting pea gravel down, hoping to convince the leisure class to go on long bike rides and spend bits of their wealth while on tourist excursion. And other places they’re quietly building cavernous warehouse data centers, consuming energy at alarming rates, just to spin faster through artificial permutations to answer idle questions or execute passive ideas that wouldn’t have ever survived physical effort. We are somehow building a more difficult world for regular folks under the guise of progressing towards some sort of perverted notion of what technology is supposed to do. And I try to sit outside at night, and soak up the stars in the sky for calming effect, but I get distracted myself. I try to wait it out and hear at least one or two of those lonesome whistles, either the north/south intermodals running to the west of me at Rockfish, or the east/west coal trains running to the south in Howardsville. When I hear one, sitting out there, trying to do more nothing, my heart flutters for a split second.

SONG OF THE DAY: Scorpio

Zodiac sign raps outlasted The Genius.

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fears of this world producing 
more problems than solutions 
forget it’s beyond our grasp 

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all our “ends” are symbolic - 
even life’s finality 
ultimately ain’t final 

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the hopefulness of a blue 
sky, reflecting the ocean’s 
primordial traditions 

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humans too easily stacked 
into predictable thought 
patterns by algorithms 

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you can’t be healed by people  
that’s still actively broken… 
beware ill-begot prophets 

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attempts to string together 
good days often disrupted 
by natural born haters 

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the circles of life not so 
easily replicated 
by men’s manufactured means 

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natural omnipotence 
can’t ever be overruled; 
that is truly eternal 

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neurology channeled by 

suggestion into “needing” 

more things I’ve never needed 

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my mind’s composition is 

mountains and valleys, heavy  

with fog, and reduced vision 

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some folks desire ascension 
of abstract pyramids to 
reach the clouds; I just gaze up 

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climbing ladders, chasing clouds, 
without realizing a man 
can’t ever get that far high 

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manufactured purpose casts 
long shadows in our culture, 
but I ain’t got to do shit 

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binge watching clouds, stretched out in 
the dirt of America’s 
rapidly-declined margins