milk crates, tarps, and machetes -
basic foundation for them
shadow autonomous zones
Friday, December 28
SONG OF THE DAY: An Illustration of Loneliness
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Courtney Barnett is good sad music that’s not
entirely sad, which is how I feel, post-holidays economic depression setting
in, realizing I’m fucked, and yet that life is pretty good right now.
Congratulations life, you continue to be the most problematic fave of all.
N0 S3P4R4T10N B3TW33N...
no separation between
art and life; the same as with
being human and nature
Thursday, December 27
R41L Y4RDS M1DDL3 0F N0WH3R3...
rail yards middle of nowhere
on Sunday morning, pockets
full of quartz rocks and paint sticks
Wednesday, December 26
RVR4L D1S4PP34R4NC3S...
rural disappearances
down dark gravel roads which turn
to well-rutted logging trails
Tuesday, December 25
PR4Y1NG T0 MYC3L1VM...
praying to mycelium
gods for salvation from man's
lust for constant abstract "growth"
SONG OF THE DAY: Kamal Keila
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Hey man, Habibi Funk was a great collection that came out
last year, and the label’s second release dropped earlier this year, from
Sudanese gothic futurist Taban Ahwak. I could be a normal internet dork and try
to drop info on this shit, but really all you should know is Sudan has had long
history of conflict since the 1960s, when Taban Ahwak was active as fuck in
real life, and Ahwak walked across the surface of this Earth with peace and
unity and the motherfuckin’ Power of Lounge in his heart. All other information
is unnecessary pseudo-academia, and we’ve been trained by the internet to do
that, to strip mine false knowledge from electronic compendium and pretend it
makes us more intelligent. Just sit the fuck back and let the Taban Ahwak funk
flow. Stop overthinking shit.
PVBL1C SP4C3S R3PVRP0S3D...
public spaces repurposed
into vast museums,
domes unlike today's culture
Monday, December 24
SONG OF THE DAY: Shooter
It is Christmas Eve and if you are in
a western capitalist nation, you are either hunkered down near home having
maxed out all your possible spending already, or you are navigating the mad
rushes of last minute shoppers clogging the asphalt arteries which are
Amerikkka’s heart. Somehow this is connected to Christianity. And I lost my tasbih
somewhere the other day. I am going to see how deep into the woods it might be.
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