L0NG H1ST0RY 0F JVGGL1NG...

long history of juggling 
bills like a civilized clown, 
late American empire 

BLVRR1NG TH3 L1N3S B3TW33N WH4T...

 

blurring the lines between what 
I remember and what my 
dumb ass actually did 

Y3ST3RD4Y'S PR0GR3SS T0RN D0WN...

yesterday's progress torn down 
so that a new impotent 
progress can be erected 

SONG OF THE DAY: Rascal

Is a mysterious dude in a ski mask and gold grilles, flashing weapons and re-contextualizing Rascal Flatts' songs into an ode of mean-spirited women and fucking the police the song of 2020? I don't know, but it might as well be. Fuck calendars anyways.

SC13NT1F1C D0M1N10N...

scientific dominion 
helped to make this heartless world 
more difficult to breathe in 

SONG OF THE DAY: Do Ya Think I'm Sexy (Rebajada)

Lately I’ve been wearing overalls and silk boxers a lot. It feels like a good look for cold ass winter in this cold ass country house. I’m cultivating a good space heater orgone arrangement combined with heavy blankets nailed up in doorways to section off a part of the house to not waste heat on. A good country house is solidly built, and all sorts of inefficient and fucked up. And yet it doesn’t fall, like the stubborn mule-headed people who once built it. It is difficult to be both mule-headed and sexy, but I’m pretty sure my bushy blackberry beard hiding fully ripe dimple fruit in overalls and silk boxers is navigating that fine line quite nicely, at least judging by the way the rural mail carrier lady’s eyes twinkle as she stuffs ebay packages and cut-off notices into my mailbox. That’s not a euphemism. That would be a gross fucking euphemism, to be honest.

3C0N0M1C S4V1NG S33N...

economic saving seen 
as spiritual practice, which 
is not innate to heart's thoughts 

PR0D1G4L S0NS 4ND D4VGHT3RS...

prodigal sons and daughters 
left emptied by consumer 
frenzies - embrace a new sun 

 

1NCR3D1BLY 34SY T0...

incredibly easy to 
get tangled up in darkness - 
long, dark solstice of the soul 

 

TH3 3L3G4NT ST0N3 CHVRCH 4...

 

the elegant stone church a 
short walk from my house has been 
abandoned for some time now 

M3M0R13S 0F 4BVND4NC3...

memories of abundance 
of free time, green blossoms, blue 
skies, and shit-talking river 

P41NT ST1LL 1N PR3TTY GR34T SH4P3...

paint still in pretty great shape 
on the outside of my tomb; 
next time, gonna do purple 

PR0P3RTY CL41MS P41NT3D 0N...

 

property claims painted on 
pine trees, middle of nowhere - 
perverse progress, even here 

H1GHW4YS H0V3R1NG 0V3R...

highways hovering over 
my head, threatening me with 
endless possibilities 

4 F1NG3RN41L SL1V3R 0F...

a fingernail sliver of 
crescent moon peeking around 
buzzing demon's left shoulder 

ST4ND1NG B3S1D3 TH3 R1V3R...

standing beside the river, 
listening to the ripples 
preach about power of lounge  

0VR CVLTVR3 41N'T 3V3R ST0PP3D...

our culture ain't ever stopped 
manufacturing self-doubt, or 
drama, or shit I don't need 

CHR0N0L0G1C4L 0VTL1N3S...

chronological outlines 
of wrong turns on slow looping 
replay inside my own mind 

TH3Y C4LL 1T M1D-L1F3 CR1S1S...

they call it mid-life crisis, 
but this is the same age my 
dad and grandfather both died 

W0N'T 3V3R G3T H4VL3D 4W4Y...

 

won't ever get hauled away 
in a casket; burn me up, then 
scatter my ashes trackside 

MY DR34MS 0F B31NG WH4T 1...

 

my dreams of being what I 
wanted to be got hauled off 
by responsibility 

H0W M4NY S34S0NS D03S TH3...

how many seasons does the 
average person get to 
blossom into beautiful? 

F0R S4K3 0F TR4NSP4R3NCY...

for sake of transparency - 
I'm a flawed person with poor 
past choices; but I'm trying 

 

TH3 M0RN1NG M1RR0R L00KS B4CK...

the morning mirror looks back 
wearily, as if to say, 
"are we still doing this shit?"