TH1S W0RLD C4N F33L FLVSH W1TH GR33N...

this world can feel flush with green 
during times of abundance, 
but browns are far more common 

PL4ST1C N4N0P4RT1CL3S...

plastic nanoparticles 
breaching blood-brain barrier, 
compromising our old souls 

N4V1G4T1NG TH1S C0LD W0RLD'S...

navigating this cold world's 
stolen heart of abstract worth 
causes physical decline 

SP34K1NG TRVTH T0 P0W3R H4S...

"speaking truth to power" has 
become dulled sword, brandished by 
mass marketers of false change 

1 4M STR0NGLY F4M1L14R...

I am strongly familiar 
with knowing the unspoken 
words carry the deepest truths 

1 TH1NK 1N TH3 CH40T1C...

I think in the chaotic 
fractals of ancient mystics 
(which is futuristic style) 

SQV4R3S 4DD CR4FTY 4NGL3S T0...

squares add crafty angles to 
their pyramid schemes, to seem 
as if open to my kind 

M4NVF4CTVR1NG W1Z4RD...

manufacturing wizard 
smiles with wild bumpkin dimples 
for this world, to trick myself 

SONG OF THE DAY: Push (kudzu'd)

To shank billionaires is to make them feel the pain they have showered the rest of us with most of their ever-hating lives. Carry a raw but sharp instrument for true school shanking, conceal it well on your person but make it easily accessible. Most folks don’t have security details all the time, and are surprisingly easy to figure out comings and goings of in the digital age. We all have very large footprints within the 0s and 1s. Shanks create much more emphasis than simple bullets, because you push and twist, push and twist, push and twist. It makes the point we the people are trying to get across much more clearly. You should go for at a minimum seven push and twists, but go ahead and go for a dozen or two to really do it up. Hopefully the holes allow for empathy to begin trickling up (the trickle up theory of billionaire bloodletting).

3NT4NGL3D W1TH1N T3NDR1LS...

entangled within tendrils 
of techno logic running 
antithetical to wild 

SONG OF THE DAY: Careless Whisper (kudzu'd)

I rewatched They Live the other night, on DVD so that nobody could capture data on it, although I've now self-snitched on the internet, so I partially ruined the effect. That one dude, billed as Drifter, who was in the Justiceville camp and then magically got accepted into the alien-adjacent caste, he really was a weak link in letting Roddy Piper blow up their propaganda machine. That actor played three millions characters, all who were working class white pieces of shit. In fact, here's the partial list of his movie roles from Wikipedia, as a poem:
Mother
Bar Patron Walter Wimpy
Harry Belmont
Maheim Jarkoff Boris Clitoris
Benny Grip Flasher
Luther Toby William Simpson
Unnamed Igor
Wilber Bassett
George Smutman
Unnamed Florian Petulia
Rex Boorski
Earl Gordon Jed Binz
Wade 2nd Cab Driver
"Boomer" "Thirsty" Drunk Gambler
Detective Sergeant Earl McDonough
Detective Stone Beggar
John Paddy O'Brien
Porno Crew Member #3
"Painin Theass"
"Bull" Parker Clem Park
Suspect in Warehouse Ben
"Spiker" Lem
Hank "Boomer"
Pete, The Witness
Drunk Tucker
Eagle Man
Zep Morrison
Cook
Rip Rider
Guy Giving Directions
Unnamed "Red", The Bum
Tramp Pappy Nyquist
Bundy Willard, Allison's Father
Pop The Janitor
Old Man Pop Mr. Wallace
Security Guard Drifter Ed Simpson
Bailey Old Man Seed Drunk
"Red", The Bum Workman Redneck
Bed Patient
Preacher On The Radio
Crane Operator
Sheriff Julip Wino
Vern Jericho
Turrell Wolfman, Sarah's Stepfather
Rich Tramp
Man In Crowd
Pa Norville
Heckler Harper Carlton
Pappy Putz
Window Washer Homeless Man
"Elk" Drunken Man
Chip
Window Washer Homeless Man
Grampa Truck Driver
Wino Lloyd
Train Conductor, Prison Guard
The Cashier

WH33LS 0F L1F3 4ND T1M3 W0RRY...

wheels of life and time worry 
my mind when inclined to think 
by mechanistic design 

SONG OF THE DAY: Be Thankful For What You Got (kudzu'd)

The seven questions I ask myself every morning, to maintain proper perspective (and sanity in these times of institutional decline):
1: Am I fed?
2: Do I have shelter?
3: Is there a valid physical threat I have to either fight or run from today?
4: Are there others I share a loving relationship with in safe, mutual, and ongoing ways?
5: What is the bare minimum of actual maintenance needed for my life today?
6: Previous question considered, can I do anything to make the end of toay better than the beginning of it?
7: Can I maintain my pokerface of simple acceptance when the Universe deals any new cards to my hand today?

TH3 P4TH 1'M W4ND3R1NG D0WN...

the path I'm wandering down 
don't always feel that solid, 
because I can't walk like goats 

VN1V3RS4L P0T3NT14L...

universal potential 
is infinite when detached 
from body’s egotism 

TH3 1NT3RN4L J1H4D...

the internal jihad of 
thoughtful seekers hoping to 
arrive at peace continues 

TR1CKST3R SP1R1TS M0V3 4M0NGST...

trickster spirits move amongst 
us, hiding their angelic 
guidance in devilish tongues 

G0DS 0F 34RTHLY D1RT H4V3...

gods of the earthly dirt have 
obvious limitations, 
being bound to their bodies 

G1V1NG 1T 4LL VP T0 F41TH...

giving it all up to faith 
in Universe ain’t the same 
as abandoning control 

C0MPL1C4T1NG TH3 FVTVR3...

complicating the future 
conceals simple truth within 
infinite obsolescence 

VLT1M4T3LY, 4T TH3 H34RT...

ultimately, at the heart 
of all matter is the heart… 
our Universal essence 

TH3 PR0PH3C13S 0F TH3 D00M3D...

the prophecies of the doomed 
have always been colorful; 
black and white truths are sheltered 

SONG OF THE DAY: I'm Chillin' (kudzu'd)

My back has been a bit fucked up lately, plus I've got a fiftysomething year old prostate, so lately when I piss, I pull my pants down over my ass, to avoid having to lean over, looking like a 4-year-old boy first learning to pee while standing. It's kinda nice having that blast of air on my naked ass now and then throughout the day though, kinda like I'm microdosing nudism. Pretty chill.

STR34M 0F C0NSC10VSN3SS FL0W1NG...

streams of consciousness flowing 
through fertile crescents of raw 
creation give birth to progress