Saturday, June 5, 2021

My Horrible Cap Collection

Cy finds hats from parts unknown. He buys me the bad ones. I have a small collection of horrible hats. All reside in the hood of $3 to $7. All purchased at gas stations. Today I added a 3rd horrible hat to my collection.

Wednesday, January 27, 2021

Things are still tough...

...These days we all fight the apathy caused by mental fatigue. The infinite worries we had before "the new normal" have either been tossed aside as trivial or increased in weight. 

We have no choice but to move forward. Some haven't made it, others will enevidibly fall. I hope to be in the group that traverses the switchbacks. 

As we stand on virgin ground looking at a changed landscape, I hope we all come out of this sharper. I hope humanity will evolve while a unified compassion shines through our battle hardened skin. 

Our new armor isn't bulletproof, but it doesn't have to be. It just has to be good enough to get us to the next challenge. 

Also, why are we still putting raisins in trail mix? It makes no sense. They're awful and gross. Haven't we suffered enough? I love grapes. Raisins don't deserve compassion. #realtalk #shegottheholders #hashtag #fuckraisins

Wednesday, January 20, 2021

From the 1st to the 46th...

...Ask yourself, "Who would WANT to be president?" An altruistic individual or a narcissist? Brilliant, strong minded, innovators are too busy doing real work. The folks who champion peace and love are ignored. 

So, I guess narcissist. A soulless fool driven by nothing you or I could ever understand. They're content to sit in $4000 chairs inside their opulent white buildings, pretending to be important. 

I respect people with scars. The dreamers daring to go beyond the horizon. Not the C- students trying to get elected. We don't need the approval of millions to prove our worth. We're doing fine and when we're not, we sure as hell won't ever rely on our government.

Tuesday, August 4, 2020

Midland, Tx

The birds around here are eating the cacti fruit. There's hotpink shit everywhere. The other day my brother texted a picture of the same kind of shit on his windsheild. 

I transformed the windsheild caca into the grim reaper. I also gave him a pistol because a scythe seems impractical. If you've ever used one you know what I mean. A gun has to be easier. 

I made a differe
nce today. #wedidit

Tuesday, May 26, 2020

We pollute, we exploit and treat each other like the next victim. We lack the compassion of a merciful killing a predator might show its prey. That's because we don't kill and destroy for self preservation. Instead we're more like a house cat torturing a bug. There's no honor, love or nobility in humanity's actions. Just an ego trip most embark on for a lifetime. We take and take and then we rationalize our greed with an ROI chart and take some more to add to the next quarter. Profits by any means necessary! The rich supplement their golden 'chutes and then tell their employees everything is golden as the dynasty burns. A good magician practices slight of hand even when there's no audience. Give the peasants enough to survive, but never enough to thrive. That is the mantra of every person who lives on the right side of inequality. All these pissing matches and protests for equality for centuries and now is the time to fix it. For thousands of years humans have stolen honey from bees. Then when killer bees come to the surface we explain it away. Self assured people tell us this and that, but the answer is simple. When you screw over someone or something for a millenia it gets mad, be it humanity or our planet. When the micro meets the macro things never go well. A victim is always reluctant to become one. As you kick them while they're down the anger sharpens. Every loss sharpens the furtive weapon. Cold steel on an oiled stone finds its edge and inevitably transitions into defiance, be it humanity or our planet. Now is our time. Every market and commodity is a wasteland. It doesn't take 10 million dollars to build a legacy. Right now the right moves could cost you hundreds of dollars. Grab a knife and neuter some rich fuckers that deserve it. I write this self indulgent and sanctimounis article because I realized for the first time in my life I feel in control. In all of this chaos, I feel hope. The toilet paper hoarding fools will go back to their shit lives and accept their self imposed prison where they are their own warden. These fools are the redundant backup to our economy. The same mindless fucks that pay 30 years of rent and never own a house. They serve a purpose as a facade of society to keep our government at bay. Charles Manson qoute: We're all our own prisons, we are each all our own wardens and we do our own time. I can't judge anyone else. What other people do is not really my affair unless they approach me with it. Pain's not bad. It's good. It teaches you things. Like when you put your hand in fire: Ow! You know not to do that again. There's no such thing as progress. There's only change. You dig a hole in the ground, you build up a city, and you fight a war, and you call it progress? As long as there's hate in your heart, there'll be hate in the world. You can't fight for peace and you cannot capture freedom. Ok, I'm back. Strange that someone deemed crazy by society sounds JUST LIKE ME. I'm shocked. Look in the mirror, we're changed. Accept it and grow. We are gaining a micro sense of the 'real' struggle generations before. It's now your security blanket/throat gutter. Personal freedom is more a reality than after WWII. Recognize, take advantage and build a legacy. Let's keep going, the horizon is just an obstacle.