M4NM4D3 SC13NC3S TR13D F0R...

manmade sciences tried for

mycelium connections;

all we did was choke ourselves

R3M1ND S3LF T0 B3 M0R3 L1K3...

remind self to be more like

mullein or mimosa than

plantation's southern live oaks

S0M3 D00RS R3M41N L0CK3D; M1GHT N0T...

some doors remained locked; might not

be shit inside worth giving

a fuck about anyways

T00 M4NY G3T D3PR3SS3D BY...

too many get depressed by

being focused on levels

unreached; one step at a time

dirtgod transmissions and a patreon reminder

Hey, consider this a friendly reminder that I operate a Sovthern Gothicc Fvtvrism patreon as well, that you can support. I've made the majority of the posts I've been making recently public instead of patrons-only though. I had thought about doing a podcast again, even though I hate podcasts, so instead I did a quick recording of some thoughts over top an older Boogie Brown aka Blue Globe Beats beat, and then generated some visuals using weird freeware. These are called dirtgod transmissions. I may do them every day for the rest of my life, or I may not ever do another one...

dirtgod transmissions 001: riptides & pyramids

dirtgod transmissions 002: I regret to inform you...

MY M0TH3R'S M0ST W0RTHL3SS S0N...

my mother's most worthless son -

hard for some to see value

beyond own self-centered needs

TH3 TR4NSF0RM4T1V3 P0W3R...

the transformative power

of pilgrimage by foot as

far as life will allow you

SONG OF THE DAY: Woke As Me

We are in quarantine in America, and perhaps it is dystopian but wow what a bourgeoisie dystopia, nothing like ‘70s and ‘80s movies led me to believe. A long day of pretending to work from home was psychically exhausting so I fell asleep, and woke up and it was already dark, so drove through the abandoned streets to pick up take out from the Afghan place across town. The city was dead, not literally, just vacant for 8:30 on a Friday night, creepily so, no burning cars or warlords or really anything. Just a well behaved quiet. After picking up my order (actually my girlfriend’s order), thanking the nice woman giving me my food at the Afghan spot, including a mint doogh (always a mint doogh), I navigated my way out the parking lot, having to turn left, but the light never changed. It let the mainstream of traffic keep doing, like twice, and never let me go left. I could’ve turned right, gone down a bit, and done a U-turn to go left, although not even sure you can U-turn there, might’ve ended up going halfway to Maryland by the time I could’ve turned around. Fuckin’ light didn’t want me to go left at all, so finally I just made sure no cars were coming and just went fucking left. The system gets in the way sometimes.

I realized as I was sniffing the smell of my jasmine rice and lamb kebab float through the Toyota Corolla air, that this was all metaphor for politics in America. But I also realized I didn’t give a fuck to get everybody to turn left. I was just trying to get the fuck out of the way of everybody else and go live my life in peace. Y’all can stay stuck at the fuckin’ stoplights for the next nine generations if you want, telling me, “THIS IS THE MOST IMPORTANT STOPLIGHT EVER! IF YOU JUST TURN LEFT WHEN IT’S RED YOU’VE ESSENTIALLY GIVEN UP ON EVER ACTUALLY TURNING LEFT LEGALLY, IN INCREMENTAL STEPS!” I know, right?

SONG OF THE DAY: Vive Patrice Lumumba

Had been planning on getting a passport this month, but doesn’t look like it’s gonna matter now. Oh well. Traveling the world was an unsustainable philosophy to have. There’s plenty of shit within walking distance I never saw yet. The railroad tracks are beautiful this time of year.

H0L1D4YS C3L3BR4T3D...

holidays celebrated

in awkward ways to maintain

false sense of stability

SONG OF THE DAY: Black Messiah

Simultaneously seen some folks complaining about how not enough deaths are getting classified as Covid 19 deaths, while other folks complain about how too many things that have underlying health issues are getting classified as Covid 19 deaths. Both sides are built upon the notion the numbers are science, and that shit is pure and infallible and altruistic, and you can’t fuck with science.

The numbers always are gonna justify whatever the fuck whoever is posting them up wants it to justify. I think about this a lot in terms of a football game where there’s a big third down play, and it’s close, so they do the measurement to see if somebody got a first down. The camera closes in on the measurement, and it’s the football there, with the pole attached to the ten foot of link chain, and you get this very dramatic interpretation of the measurement where it’s like, “OH SHIT, THEY’RE TWO INCHES SHORT!” Of course all of that is predicated upon the ref putting the ball down wherever the fuck he thinks he should go. And on the other end of that ten feet of chain is just some dude poking the other pole into the fucking ground wherever the fuck he thinks it goes. It’s all theater. You can best believe the same math that had folks in charge thinking a whole slew of human beings only counted 3/5 is being used to figure out whatever numbers they’re brandishing about now as well.

W33K3NDS WH3R3 N0B0DY KN0WS...

weekends where nobody knows

me, nor knows where I went, spent

embracing disappearance

STRVTT1NG THR0VGH L1F3 W1TH0VT...

strutting through life without

cocksure swagger, questioning

existence each step, no brakes

SONG OF THE DAY: Camel Walk

Look, I'll be honest… I'm not really giving a fuck here the past couple days. I'd rather have a woman in shiny silver go go shorts try to choke me out from above with her thighs, in a roadside motel along a former US highway that's as abandoned and hopeless as my heart, in some town too forgotten to even have a Dollar General anymore. As soon as quarantine is done, I'm gonna do that shit. For the rest of my life (which hopefully means at least six months). Stretched to capacity fishnets with a couple rips and maybe a leg bruise or two will always catch a stray dirtgod. And lord have mercy if there's a fucked up $60 thigh tattoo involved… game over.

H0R1Z0N 4LW4YS B3CK0NS...

horizon always beckons

like exposed breasts; those teasing

flashes drive us to uproot

T00 0FT3N W3 BV1LD C0FF1NS...

too often we build coffins

while still above ground, stifling

innate desire with tethers

SONG OF THE DAY: Hammerhead

Haven’t been posting songs of the day shit much lately, mostly because the world is in quarantine, I’m working from home, and god there’s too many fucking non-essential opinions right now. Travis Bickle’s making a lot of sense to me lately. Feel like beating my head against the walls, which are closing in, but not to escape just to damage me, which I guess is a form of escape.

W3 4LL D13, 4ND TH3 FR3SHLY...

we all die, and the freshly

turned Earth which swallows us back

tends to bloom green once again

JVST 4N0TH3R 4M0R4L...

just another amoral

mortal navigating this

maze we call society

TH3 CH01C3 1S 4SC3T1C 0R...

the choice is ascetic or

assimilate; promises

of technologic lure us

PR0GR3SS3S C0M3 4ND G0 0N...

progresses come and go on

history's larger arc; we

focus too hard on details

CL1CK1NG MY T4SB1H, W4LK1NG...

clicking my tasbih, walking

along the tracks spooning what

used to be the Monacan

V3N33RS 4LW4YS W4RP; T0P C04TS...

veneers always warp; top coats

always end up flaking off

while weathered back into Earth

WH4T C4M3 F1RST - TH3 CH1CK3N 0R...

what came first - the chicken or

the egg or the market or

credit for purchasing goods?