4LL TH4T GL1TT3RS 41N'T G0LD, 4LL...

all that glitters ain’t gold; all 
you need is within your soul 
(most of us pawned it away) 

0RD3R F4LLS 4P4RT W1TH0VT...

order falls apart, without 
fail; the natural remains 
in place, also without fail 

SONG OF THE DAY: Sundown (45s on 33)

A goal I have for this calendar year we are in is to add more 45s ripped at 33 speed to the body of the internet, like maybe 12 a month, because ultimately we will all die and all that will be left is the ridiculous stupid shit we did online.

P30PL3 P0S1T10N3D TH3MS3LV3S...

people positioned themselves 
towards the sun in the past; 
now we look for spare chargers 

P0S1T1V3 4ND N3G4T1V3...

positive and negative 
paths to the same conclusion; 
been practicing smiles lately 

SONG OF THE DAY: What Condition My Condition Is In

Was gonna try to write something short, clever, whatever, but my shoulder is fucked up, and it’s cold, and it was just 4:30 but now it’s already like midnight but it’s only been about 20 minutes, and what the fuck man, I don’t like this time of year at all. Counting down the day ‘til solstice, and then I’m gonna worship those tiny little longer slivers of sunlight, until it gets too summer and I’m like, “Damn, it’s hot, ain’t it?” Lol, people.

G4V3 VP D3LVS10NS 4B0VT...

gave up delusions about 
being the greatest; life is 
best without superlatives 

W4ND3R1NG H4LF-F0RG0TT3N...

wandering half-forgotten 
back roads, while solar eyes still 
keep a watch over my path 

R3C4L1BR4T10N 0F S3LF...

recalibration of self 
as industrial purpose 
passes me by, riverside 

TH3 SVN W1LL R1S3 T0M0RR0W...

the sun will rise tomorrow 
whether I do or not; gots 
to make the most of each day 

M4NM4D3 CR34T10N'S B33N M34NT...

manmade creation’s been meant 
to rust back to brown Earth, so  
as to not stifle green’s growth 

1 L4CK VND3RST4ND1NG...

I lack understanding of 
nostalgic people getting 
older, thinking of past shit 

3MVL4T1NG S1MPL3 TR33S...

 

emulating simple trees 
rather than complicated 
but haphazard power grids 

SVNSH1N3 4LW4YS PR0M1S3S...

sunshine always promises 
spring-like hope though - those warm mind 
daydreams where it all works out 

SONG OF THE DAY: Stare Directly Into The Sun

[a freestyle sonnet] 
Staring directly into the sun, 
establishing eye contact with solar flare, 
watching those who lust after gold dreams spun 
through manmade pyramid schemes pretend it's square 
to be crooked in alternative ways. 
Rays of sun in day plus moon's reflection 
at night, combined with maps the stars make blaze 
the path for me to follow; deception 
is the rule rather than exception here 
in this empire of greed where we all pretend 
want is need, while keeping our focus clear 
of seeing those who actually depend 
upon aid from others for survival; 
the wave of change needed remains tidal. 

R3M1ND1NG MYS3LF T0 ST4R3 VP...

reminding myself to stare up 
at the sky far more often; 
too grounded to the wrong shit 

SVNS3T 0N 4M3R1C4...

sunset on America 

as we were taught to believe 

it was; seek refuge from dark 

SVNFL0W3R M1ND ST4T3 R0VND3D...

sunflower mind state rounded 
up by glyphosate-happy 
civilization gone wild 

THR0W1NG CHVNKS 0F RVBBL3 THR0VGH...

throwing chunks of rubble through

the facade, just to sneak a

peek at natural sunlight

3NT1T13S 0F S0L4R FL4R3...

entities of solar flare

trapped in human form which

walk amongst you, half-ignored