2021:
AFTER WIPING THE MOST VANILLA EMAILS ON MY MAILING LIST TO MY READERS, I GOT SUMMARILY DISAPPEARED BY MAILCHIMP. I’M TOO ANGRY AND FOCUSED FOR PROPER PARAGRAPHS OR LOWERCASE BECAUSE I HAVE NO IDEA WHY, AS I READ THEIR NEW REVISED BYLAWS 3X BEFORE I RELIED ON THEM.
OR MAYBE IT WAS THIS PAGE? THIS SITE? OLD DRUNKEN TOPLESS PICTURES ON SOMEONE’S FACEBOOK? WHAT? AND HOW FAR BACK INTO MY RESUME HAVE I GOTTA BE NEUTERED? –OR WHAT GOT ME AXED? WHO KNOWS? THAT’S HOW NEFARIOUS CENSORSHIP IS. APPARENTLY OR MAYBE THE THREATS OF TRIGGERING HERE WERE ENOUGH TO HAVE ME “DEPLATFORMED” AND HAVE MY MAILING LIST ACCOUNT COMPLETELY DELETED WITHOUT NOTICE, WITHOUT ACCESS TO THE NAMES.
AND IT’S LEGAL BECAUSE THEY’RE PRIVATE EVEN THOUGH IT’S A FREE SPEECH ISSUE. / OR NOT. MAYBE IT’S JUST MORE SOCIALISM FOR THE RICH AND CAPITALISM FOR THE POOR. LIKE GOOGLE CAN SCAN OUR DIRTY EMAILS TO PITCH US LUBE THEY KNOW WE NEED AND SCOOTER COMPANIES CAN USE PUBLIC INFRASTRUCTURE IN THEIR PRIVATE VENTURE CAPITALIST-FUNDED BUSINESS MODEL BUT THE GAY CAKE GUY HAS TO GO ALL THE WAY TO THE SUPREME COURT TO NOT HAVE TO MAKE GAY CAKES./
I KNEW WHAT I WAS SIGNING UP FOR BUT EVEN AFTER 2 DECADES OF SEEING JUST HOW MANY UNTHINKABLE WAYS TECH WILL CASUALLY TRY TO UNDERMINE EXPECTATIONS MANNERS HABITS SOCIETY OR OUTRIGHT RUIN IT TO BE THE MIDDLE MAN FOREVER ALL THE WAY DOWN TO THE END, I DON’T GET WHY THIS IS A THING TO DO.
LITTLE MAKES SENSE THOUGH, ANYMORE.
REAL LIFE AND THE WORLD IS COMPLETELY SHUT DOWN FOR US TO MAKE A LIVING OR EXIST OR COURT OR PLAY OR PLAN, AND WE’RE FORCED TO KEEP IN TOUCH VIA PRIVATELY-OWNED CORPORATIONS ONLINE ONLY AND THEIR WHIMS RULES INCENTIVES AND MOTIVES. / NO. I DON’T WANT A MAILING LIST ANYMORE ANYHOW SO I’LL HAVE TO FIGURE OUT HOW OFTEN I’LL WRITE OR IF I’LL EVENTUALLY RETURN TO ZINES VIA THE U.S. MAIL. /
NOT YET. NOW THAT DISSENT OR ANYTHING REMAINING ACCIDENTALLY INTERESTING COMPLEX OR HUMAN IS BEING HOCKED UP LIKE PHLEGM FROM THE INNERWEBS—AND LIKE MOST AMERICAN ANYTHING EMERGING IN THE 1980S— THE INTERNET IS ALREADY A DISPOSABLE, DECREPIT, MOLDY ROTTING MALL INFESTED WITH RATS, RADIO SHACK STORES, AND BLUE-RINSE PENSIONERS OBLIVIOUSLY SHUFFLING AROUND THE DRIED UP FOUNTAIN DOING THEIR DAILY CLIMATE-CONTROLLED LAPS TO PIPED-IN COVERS OF NEIL DIAMOND’S “WE’RE COMING TO AMERICA, HEY! HEY!”
IT’S JUST AS WELL; SOME OF US HAVE TO GET BACK TO THE TASKS OF REBUILDING OUR RAVAGED LOCALITIES AS WELL AS OURSELVES AND EACH OTHER BECAUSE US FIELD NIGGERS ARE ENTIRELY ON OUR OWN NOW.
WE’RE NOT YET LITTLE SOBBING WHITE GIRLS WHO CAN KEEP SHOWING UP ON THE NIGHTLY NEWS PLEADING WITH DUCK FACE AND AN EXTRA $8K FOR THE RETURN OF OUR CUTE LITTLE RAT DOGS BECAUSE WE’RE SO LONELY AT THE TOP.
UNTIL THEN:
ALL OF MY WORKS ARE ON HERE AND IN THE ERIQUITA STORE, WHERE I’LL ALSO PUT NEW WORKS FOR SALE. I’LL UPDATE THE BLOG FOR SOMETHING HAPPENING IN THE REAL, BUT THAT’S IT FOR ME REGARDING TRYING TO CONVINCE ANYONE TO FIGHT BACK SURVIVE AND HAVE FUN IN 3D ANYMORE. NOW THAT THE LAST OF THE SMOKERS, SODA DRINKERS, AND EVIL HAVE BEEN DEPLATFORMED FOR THIS UNANIMOUSLY NEUROTIC SOCIETY TO FEEL CONSTANTLY SAFE MEDICATED COMFORTABLE AND ASEXUAL, I TAP OUT ON THIS ETERNAL INTERNET LIFE, WHERE EVERYONE SEEKS IMMORTALITY BY BEING EMBALMED IN PIXELATED AMBER….
…SO I SHALL LEAVE YOU ALL TO COURT EACH OTHER AND SWIPE YOUR ROMANTIC INTENTIONS LIKE ERRANT SNOT AND SHOW UP ON ALL FOURS FOR LOVE AND YOUR EVENTUAL EXISTENTIAL SOCIAL MEDIA CLIMAX. /
IF I WAS MORE INTO NECROPHILIA I’D ALMOST BE GLISTENING WET.
THUS ANY NEW WRITING I DO ON HERE ONLY SERVES TO DISTRACT OTHERS FROM GETTING GOOD AND BORED AND GOING OUTSIDE TO FINALLY PLAY UNTIL THE STREET LIGHTS COME ON , TOO.
SO FROM NOW ON WHEN I DO HAVE SOMETHING TO SAY, I’M GOING TO TRY AND STAY OFF MY BLOG AND DO SOMETHING ABOUT IT IN SOME WAY AS I STRUGGLE TO SCRAPE BACK THE LOCAL THE REAL THE OFFLINE AND WHAT IS BEST ABOUT MY TOWN OF SAN FRANCISCO. / YOU FOLKS IN SANTA FE ARE ALREADY ON YOUR KNEES CRYING “UNCLE” AND HOPING THE THE “WORK-FROM-EVERYWHERE-AND-GIVE-US-EVERYTHING-FREE-IN-2-DAYS” TECH PEOPLE INVADING YOU WILL COME BACK TO THIS SF, AND WE’RE NOT EVEN A YEAR INTO THIS NEW “WORK-FROM-EVERYWHERE-AND-GIVE-US-EVERYTHING-FREE-IN-2-DAYS” FUTURE.
OH HEAVENS. / NOW THAT OBAMA HAS PROVEN STRIPPING YOU OF YOUR HEALTH INSURANCES AND HOUSES WERE AS EASY AS TAKING CANDY FROM BABIES, NOW THEY’RE SUMMARILY TAKING AWAY WHAT’S LEFT OF YOUR AUTONOMY, SMALL BUSINESSES, AND LIVELIHOODS.
SO YOU MUST SEE WHY WE IN THIS SF NEED THE REPRIEVE AS WE CONTINUE GETTING EVEN MORE BLASTED AGAIN BY OUR MAYOR LONDON BREED, THE WILLIE GOODE OF THE WEST (THE MAYOR WHO BOMBED PHILADELPHIA) / DR COLFAX HER LITTLE DOG TOO / KING NEWSOM / QUEEN BITCH PELOSI / THE REST OF THE RACIST SCHOOL NAME-CHANGING BOARD OF EDUCATION / AND CHESA BOUDIN, OUR DISTRICT ATTORNEY WHO’S RENDERED THE SHOPS STILL OPEN AS “FREE STORES,” WHERE YOU CAN JUST WALK IN AND TAKE WHAT YOU WANT WITHOUT ANYTHING MORE THAN SOME DISAPPOINTED DIRTY LOOKS, BECAUSE… WELL, I CAN’T RIGHTLY ANSWER “WHY” TO MUCH OF ANYTHING HERE IN SAN FRANCISCO ANYMORE BUT AT LEAST SCOTT WIENER STAYED TRUE TO HIS NAME AND FAMILY CREST BY OUTLAWING OTHER COMPETING PUBLIC PENISES IN THE CITY, BEFORE HE WENT ON TO THE SENATE TO DO THE SAME THERE. /
THANKFULLY THEY OUTLAWED PLASTIC STRAWS AND MENTHOL CIGARETTES FOR OUR OWN GOOD OR THINGS HERE COULD BE SO MUCH WORSE.
FIRST THEY CAME FOR THE GYPSIES AND I WASN’T GYPSY SO I SAID NOTHING… 99 BOTTLES OF BEER ON THE WALL… AND BY THE TIME THEY CAME FOR ME NO ONE WAS LEFT TO SPEAK UP FOR ME.
AND NOW THE GYPSIES ARE THE ONLY ONES LEFT ON THIS PLANET WHO’RE STILL ACTUALLY TALKING TO EACH OTHER.
THIS NEW BREED OF DIGITAL DISCONNECTED “WORK-FROM-EVERYWHERE-AND-GIVE-US-EVERYTHING-FREE-IN-2-DAYS” HUMAN HAS NO GOD PATIENCE EMPATHY OR GOOD WILL. / THEY WILL PASSIVE-AGGRESSIVELY RAVAGE YOUR COMMUNITY WITH “BLACK LIVES MATTER” NEEDLE POINT SAMPLERS DANGLING IN THEIR TICKY TACKY POST-POST MODERN NEO-MID CENTURY PICTURE WINDOWS LIKE TALISMANS AGAINST YOUR REBELLIONS INSINUATIONS AND DEMANDS, UNTIL SANTA FE IS ALL SHORT TERM RENTALS AND YOUR ORIGINAL UNSUSPECTING BEWILDERED CITIZENS ARE REELING AND LIVING ON THE STREETS OR IN THEIR TRUCKS OR CAMPING IN THE MOUNTAINS AND SHLEPPING IN AS SLAVES TO SERVICE THE CROTCHETY “WORK-FROM-EVERYWHERE-AND-GIVE-US-EVERYTHING-FREE-IN-2-DAYS” CROWD.
NEGOTIATE WITH ALL THE TAX BREAKS AND PROMISES OF FUTURE LOCK DOWNS AND UPGRADES TO SAME-DAY-DELIVERY YOU WANT; IT’S NEVER ENOUGH AND THEY WILL THOUGHTFULLY PICK THEIR TEETH WITH YOUR OWN NEW BORN BABIES’ WISHBONES, LOVINGLY STROKE THE FRENCH BULL DOGS IN THEIR LAPS, AND STILL DEMAND THE FREE UPGRADE TO SAME-DAY DELIVERY. /
YOU’LL GET WHY THE JAN 6 RUN ON THE CAPITOL AND THE DEPLORABLES DARING TO GIVE WEDGIES TO WALL STREET HEDGE FUNDS BEFORE CLIMBING UP ON THEIR OWN MILK CRATES TO HAVE THEIR WAY WITH THE BIG GUYS BENT OVER ON THE INNERWEBS FOR ALL TO SEE IS ALMOST WORTH JERKING OFF TO. /
NOT YET. THERE IS NO GOD FOCUS OR LONG-TERM STRATEGY BEHIND THESE MOVES.
FIRST AWKWARD RANDOM JABBING GET THE FUCK OFF/DON’T TREAD ON ME MOVES ARE MADE BY THE BELOVED THUGS BECAUSE THUGS ARE THE ONLY UNDOMESTICATED ONES LEFT ANYWHERE IN AND OUT OF SOCIETY TO HAVE THE BALLS OVARIES TITS + STEADY STOMACH—AND EXPERIENCE—TO GO AGAINST AN ENTITLED NEUROTIC AND ARROGANT AUTHORITARIAN SOCIETY.
I FIGURED I MIGHT HAVE TO JUMP FROM HERE TO THE SMARMY GODADDY WEBSITE HOST GUY WHO ACTS LIKE A 60S MOGUL WITH HIS DANICA RACE CAR GIRL SPOKESLADY / IT WAS LIKE PAYING A DAME TO WEAR A FOOTBALL JERSEY AROUND WITH NO PANTIES ON IN PUBLIC BUT HE’S VERY NOW REGARDING BEING A PUSSY HIMSELF. SO I’LL STAY HERE TIL THEY DEPLATFORM ME FROM HERE ON NAMECHEAP. I WAS ALREADY CANCELED 10 YEARS AGO / I THOUGHT LIKE COVID THAT YOU COULDN’T GET IT AGAIN? BUT VERY MUCH LIKE COVID YOU CAN GET CANCELED AGAIN. 5 MONTHS. OR TEN YEARS, AS IN MY CASE. /
SO IT’S ON:
IF I HAVE TO WEAR FLAMING GRANDMA PANTIES ON MY HEAD, HOLD UP MY TITS, THEN ACCUSE CAJOLE AND SCREAM AT THE CORNER OF 16TH/MISSION TO GET AN “AMEN,” I WILL. /
I HAVE THE HAIR TO BROADCAST FAR FAR AWAY INTO PEOPLE’S MINDS AND GROINS, SO I WOULDN’T COUNT ME OUT JUST YET. / NOT YET DYING WITH ROTTING MEATBALL FEET IN A BRONX TENEMENT. STILL HERE WAVING AND FLAILING AROUND LIKE THE BLACK KNIGHT. ONLY A FIGHTING TORSO. / I’LL DO ZINES. POINT IS, THE MOMENT I WAS WAITING FOR IS HERE, ONLY I NEVER SAW IT COMING THIS WAY.
ANALOGUE LIFE IS BACK. / EVEN IF ONLY OUT OF NECESSITY.
NOW THAT THE EARLY UNEXPECTED NETSCAPE EXPLORER BESTIALITY IS LONG GONE, THANK OUR LUCKY STARS THAT THEY’RE KILLING THE VERY LAST THINGS THAT MADE THE INNERWEBS BEARABLE AND REMOTELY INTERESTING. / EVEN THOUGH THE SHORT SQUEEZE TO THE HEDGE FUNDS COMES TANTALIZINGLY AND EERILY CLOSE TO THAT ORIGINAL BARNYARD PORN, FOR THE MOST PART YOU CAN’T EVEN JERK OFF TO VIDEOS OF GUYS CLIMBING UP ON MILK CRATES AND FUCKING HORSES ANYMORE WITH THEIR DUTIFUL & CURIOUSLY GRATEFUL / OBLIGING WIVES STANDING BY TICKLING AND LICKING THEIR BALLS….
…NOW IT’S THE SAME DOZEN HAIRLESS AND GLISTENING ORIFICES GETTING PUMMELED HAMMERED AND TENDERIZED WITH BLUE PILL BOREDOM AND MEDIOCRITY.
NO UNDULATION IN BLUE PILL FUCKING. /
REGARDLESS, LET THE INNERWEBS VOMIT BACK UP ALL THE LIFE AND CREATIVITY IT HAS ABSORBED SUPPED ON AND SHAT OUT THESE PAST DECADES AND ALL IT BEGAT: WE TRADED IN MONOBROWS, INCREDIBLE VESTIGIAL TAILS, EVEN FINS AND GILLS BY SOME ACCOUNTS, AND TINY INNER SHARP ROWS OF RETRACTABLE PUSSY TEETH—FOR NECK HORNS AND A SKINNY FLABBY SOCIETY WITH TEENY TINY ANKLES.
SO YEAH, LET ALL THAT FLOTSAM AND JISM SPILL BACK ONTO THE GLISTENING SIDEWALKS NOW THAT THE SUBURBAN PEOPLE HAVE FINALLY FINALLY RUN LIKE FLAILING LITTLE IMAGINARY GIRLS BACK TO THE SUBURBS LEAVING US BEHIND THE NAKED MOLE RATS HIDING IN THEIR APARTMENTS WITH THOSE TEENY TINY ANKLES.
AND WE THE PEOPLE WHO REMEMBER HOW TO COURT SPARK AND FUCK NEED TO GET BACK OUT THERE IN REAL LIFE. / FORGET THE YOUNG. I’M NOT SAYING EAT THEM. I’M SAYING TELL THEM TO GET OUT OF THE WAY AND WATCH BECAUSE THEY’RE THE ONES WHO EITHER TANTRUM DISTRACTED OR INTERPRETED THE WORLD INTO THIS.
AND THIS IS WHY WE ARE THE PRETTY ONES NOW. WHO? THE ARTISTS THE WRONG THE QUESTIONING THE THINKING THE ASSHOLES THE ONES RELEGATED TO THUGGERY TO THWART OFF YOU PULLING UP THAT MILK CRATE BEHIND THE COLLECTIVE AWAITING GLISTENING ORIFICES OF THE U.S. POPULACE.
WE CANNOT BEND OVER MAKE DUCK FACE AND THINK OF ENGLAND ANY LONGER BECAUSE THIS IS AMERICA AND NO MATTER HOW CUTE WHITE AND FRAGILE THEY TRY TO MAKE QUEEN VICTORIA ON PUBLIC TV I KNOW SHE EVEN LOOKED LIKE A THICKENED GRUFF OLD MAN WITH 5 O’CLOCK SHADOW AND GOUT AS A YOUNG GIRL AND MADE A WORLD OF PERVERTS WHO LUSTED AFTER UNSHOD EXPOSED SOFA LEGS AND MADE WHERE WE ARE NOW.
SO PUT DOWN THE WORDS AND BS CONCEPTS LIKE MULTI-RACIAL WHITENESS (HOW LIBERAL ELITE COLORED FOLKS—THE “HOUSE NIGGERS”—CALL OTHER COLORED FOLKS WHO DISAGREE, “COONS”).
WE’RE OUR OWN CHANCE AT A LIFE NOT ROAMING AROUND, GIVING HEAD TO LIVE IN THE BACK OF SOMEONE ELSE’S CAR, SEARCHING FOR A SPOT WE DUMP OUR BOTTLES OF URINE AND PARK IN FOR 48 HOURS STRAIGHT. I WANT SO MUCH MORE. I WANT EVERYONE OUT OF MY FUCKING BUSINESS AND I WANT A CHANCE TO HAVE A HOME IN AMERICA WITHOUT BENDING OVER AND THINKING OF EVEN THE USA. / BEHIND THE MONTAGE INDEED. ANALOGUE IS BACK. / AND NOT A MOMENT TOO SOON.
GOOD LUCK SANTA FE: Y’ALL ARE ABOUT TO RE-FEEL JUST A SMALL FRACTION OF THE MISGIVINGS APPREHENSIONS AND FOREBODING DOOM THE INDIANS LIKELY FELT BY THIS TIME OF YEAR BACK IN 1493. / BUT THE WRENCHING TRAUMA OF HAVING YOUR TOWN VIVISECTED AND ALL YOUR HOUSING TURNED INTO SHORT-TERM VACATION RENTALS WITH CHEAP OATMEAL NUBBY SWEAT-STAINED GREASY SOFA CUSHIONS AND CRUMBLING PARTICLE BOARD FURNITURE LEADS TO COMPASSION, WHICH IS ALWAYS A GOOD THING IN THE LONG RUN. / IF YOU MAKE IT TO THE OTHER SIDE.
ALL THIS EVIL SO WE CAN BUY SELL OR BE THE MIDDLE MEN TO CHEAP CHINESE CRAP. / WHAT UNHOLY ALLIANCE ARE WE ENABLING INTO CONTINUING TO EXIST?
SAN FRANCISCO HAS TOO INTERESTING A HISTORY / THERE IS TOO MUCH BLOOD FECES SEMEN PLACENTA SLIME AND PUSSY JUICES SMEARED IN THE GLISTENING STREETS TO SURRENDER THIS MAGIC TO A GENERATION OF VAGUE AND CONFUSED NAKED HAIRLESS MOLE RATS WITH TINY BROKEN ANKLES WHO VACILLATE BETWEEN THEIR TURGID ASEXUAL SELF RIGHTEOUSNESS BY DAY / AND BY NIGHT COURT MARRIAGE PROSPECTS ONLINE LIKE GAY MEN IN THE ’70S ON CHRISTOPHER STREET AT 2AM—SANS THE SEXINESS, QUICK WIT CHARM AND INNATE CULTURAL UNDERSTANDING OF THE ETHEREAL JOY AND REALITY OF GLORY HOLE SEX.
FOR WHEN THE TINY ANKLED DON’T FIND TRUE LOVE ON THESE SUCH FIRST DATES THEY POST EACH OTHER’S UNFLATTERING GENITALS ONLINE AND AUCTION OFF THE FECAL EVIDENCE ON EBAY TO AVENGE THEMSELVES FOR HAVING WASTING A MOMENT OF THEIR CONSTANTLY ONLINE TIME.
THUMBS DOWN NO LIKES YOU’RE GONNA LOSE YOUR WIFE JOB PENIS AND CUSTODY OF THE KIDS YOU HAVEN’T EVEN HAD YET.
IT’S HOW THE “WORK-FROM-EVERYWHERE-AND-GIVE-US-EVERYTHING-FREE-IN-2-DAYS” SET GET THEIR MONEY BACK: YOUR FLESH AS WELL AS YOUR FUTURE.
GET UP STAND TALL PROUD DEFIANT / IF YOU’RE JUST GONNA BEND OVER AND MAKE DUCK FACES DON’T MAKE IT SO FUCKING EASY: AT LEAST MAKE THE BASTARDS EARN IT. FIGHT BACK BUT WHEN YOU TAP OUT ACT HONORABLY AND REACH FOR A MILK CRATE FOR THEM TO BETTER CLIMB ON TO LATCH ON AND FUCK YOU SENSELESS. /THOSE MILK CRATES–PLASTIC OR METAL–ARE NOT AS STURDY AS YOU’D THINK; THEY SLIDE FAST…
…AND SINCE IT’S 2021, YOU’LL GET ONE LAST CHANCE TO RECONSIDER YOUR FORMER BOTULISTIC DUCK FACE APPROACH TO YOUR OWN EXISTENCE.
THE WORLD IS BUCKING. / EVERYTHING’S DIFFERENT. THE MAN BEHIND THE CURTAIN’S GETTING THE THIRD DEGREE WITH A RED BALL GAG IN HIS MOUTH (WAY HOTTER THAN DUCK FACE) AND THE FOURTH GANG BANG HE’S HAD TO ENDURE IN THE LAST FIVE MINUTES, AND SO IT SEEMS TO BE CURTAINS FOR OLD MAN WINTER AND OUR TATTERED FAERY TALES. / NOT SO FAST. A GANG BANG WITH A BALL GAG MIGHT HURT YOUR CREDIBILITY AND CREDIT SCORE A BIT BUT IT WON’T KILL YOU AND I THINK HE KIND OF LIKES THIS FOR A CHANGE.
STILL IT’S ABOUT TIME FOR NEW TAILS AS WELL AS TALES.
AND THAT’S PRECISELY WHY WE’RE THE PRETTY ONES NOW.
WE’RE THE NEW STRANGE. THE FERAL & SURLY SWEETHEARTS FIGHTERS THINKERS HOOKERS PHILOSOPHERS FELONS ARTISTS ASSHOLES AND GENERAL ALL-AROUND SODOMIZERS & SODOMIZED THE COMPLICATED SADO-MASOCHISTS WHO LOVE TOO MUCH AND DON’T PUNCH BACK HARD ENOUGH TO TURN ANYONE ON / AND HALF-DEAD SUICIDAL ONES WHO’VE LOVED LIVED AND CRAWLED BACK TO LIFE, WE ARE THE VERY PRETTIEST ONES NOW. / THEY HAVE NO VISION. NO GOD. NO INSIGHT NO INSPIRATION. THEY LIVE BY OTHERS’ MONOTONOUS POSITIVE AFFIRMATIONS FROM “CLASS PLEASE TURN TO PAGE 12.”
LOVE YOUR THUGS TO THE POINT OF PUTTING THEM ON RETAINER BECAUSE IF YOU’VE BEEN FOLLOWING THE RULES & MAKING DUCK FACE SINCE 2010 YOU’RE UNPREPARED FOR ALL THAT COMES NEXT AND WHAT THEY DID TO YOU IS THE CHINESE FOOT BINDING OF THE MIND / IT IS LIKE BULLDOGS BRED FOR CUTENESS BUT CAN’T BREATHE THROUGH THEIR OWN NOSES OR LIKE CHICKENS BRED WITH HUGE BREASTS THAT WILL CAVE IN AND CRUSH THEIR OWN TEENY TINY SAD TORTURED AND TWISTED CHICKEN ANKLES.
PHILOSOPHICALLY PHYSICALLY MENTALLY ENERGETICALLY SPIRITUALLY—PARTICULARLY ARTISTICALLY AND COMEDICALLY—I’VE GOT NO CHOICE BUT TO BE OPTIMISTIC. / AND WHILE I DON’T BELIEVE IN OBJECTIVE NON-PARTISAN REAL ACTUAL UN-CORRUPTED SCIENCE ANYMORE, I DO BELIEVE IN THE EMPIRICAL SCIENTIFIC EVIDENCE BEFORE ME OF “A WAY OUT OF NO WAY.” THAT THE POWERS BIGGER THAN US CONTINUALLY BEQUEATH UPON US MIRACLES UPON MIRACLES REGARDLESS OF OUR EVER DESERVING THEM . /
OR APPRECIATING THEM.
OR EVEN SEEING THEM.
PEARLS BEFORE ASSHOLE SWINE.
BUT I’M NOT OPTIMISTIC ABOUT WHAT YOU MAY WANT ME TO BE OPTIMISTIC ABOUT.
DAYS OF RELEVANT DUCK FACE ARE OVER.
I BELIEVE ONLY IN THE UNDERGROUND. ABOVE GROUND IS HELLA FUCKED BECAUSE GOING ON TWO WEEKS SINCE BIDEN TOOK OVER, THEY’RE STILL TALKING MORE ABOUT DONALD ON NY TIMES THAN ANYONE / ANYTHING ELSE. THEY’RE HOPELESSLY IN LOVE WITH HIM. THEY IMPEACH HIM THE WAY 3RD GRADE BOYS PUNCH LITTLE GIRLS IN THE ARMS.
BUT THE REST OF THEIR LIVES WILL BE COVID / DONALD PTSD AND YOU WON’T BELIEVE WHAT WE CAN GET AWAY WITH WHILE THEY’RE HAVING THESE ROUTINE NERVOUS BREAK DOWNS. IT’S ALREADY HAPPENING. / I’M GOING TO FIGURE OUT HOW TO RE-GENTRIFY OURSELVES FOR A CHANGE:
WHAT IF YOU WENT BEYOND PUBLIC SOCIAL MEDIA SITES AND HAD PRIVATE HUMAN — NOT PUBLICLY BROADCASTED / SURVEILLED– MEETINGS IN REAL LIFE AND HAD LONG-TERM THOUGHTFUL AND INVENTIVE INVESTMENT STRATEGIES THAT WORK WITH EXISTING LAWS/REGULATIONS, BUT NO LONGER ARE AT THE MERCY OF THE GOVT’S /ELITE’S PSYCHOPATHIC SUICIDAL INCENTIVES NOW THAT WE’VE COME UP WITH INVENTIVE WAYS OF ENSURING WE TAKE OUR OWN LIVES FUTURES AND WORLD IN OUR OWN HANDS AGAIN?
THAT IS HOW I WANT TO STORM THE CAPITOL FOR REAL.
ANYTHING CAN HAPPEN NOW.
THAT’S SO CLEAR FOR A CHANGE. YES. WE’RE ALL SO FRIGHTENINGLY VAGUE TO SEEM SAFE BUT ACTUALLY IT MAKES US SEEM FAR MORE DANGEROUS THAN WE ARE.
ALTHOUGH WE ARE / BUT IN A DIFFERENT WAY.
I STILL AM VERY QUAKER IN MY ULTIMATE DESIRE TO AVOID BLOODSHED AT ALL COSTS AND MAKE NON-VIOLENCE (IN ALL WAYS, INCLUDING ECONOMIC INJUSTICE) AN IDEAL TO AT LEAST STAGGER TOWARDS.
I’M NOT AN INVESTOR WANNA BE. I WANNA BE THE FREAKY ART CHICK ENTREPRENEUR WHO FANS THE FLAMES OF CROSS-TALK FOR ONCE BETWEEN THE CULTURE MAKERS AND MONEY SO THAT WE CAN TRY AND COUNTER A SHITTY SYSTEM OF DEEPER AND DEEPER SECLUSION SEGREGATION ISOLATION FROM EACH OTHER AND HAVE NEIGHBORHOODS THAT BELONG TO US AND ARE WORTH LIVING IN FOR MORE THAN JUST THE TOP PERCENT OF PIET-DE-TERRE PEOPLE WHO DON’T EVEN LIVE THERE IN THE FIRST PLACE BUT USE THE ADDRESS FOR ANOTHER FUCKING WRITE OFF.
THE GOVERNMENT THE FED AND WALL STREET ARE ALL ABOUT SUGAR HIGH GAMBLING & CHASING YIELD AND NOT ACTUALLY MAKING OR DOING ANYTHING (WE THE PEOPLE ARE THEIR PROTEIN THEIR MEAT THEIR CATTLE) AND SO WE SUGAR GAMBLE & CHASE YIELD / AND PROTEIN OUR OWN FEET AND LEGS… LIKE THAT STEPHEN KING STORY WHERE THE STRANDED ISLAND GUY EATS HIS LEGS AND FIGURES ONCE HE GETS RESCUED THEY CAN FIT HIM WITH EVEN BETTER FAKE ONES….
THE STORY ENDS AS HE HUNGRILY EYES THE BASE OF HIS OWN TORSO …
(RIM SHOT)
IT’S TIME TO MAKE THINGS AGAIN AND INVEST IN OUR OWN BETTER WORLDS WITHOUT RELYING ON HANDOUTS BEGGING LOOPHOLES TAX WRITE OFFS, BUT LOGICAL INCENTIVES LIKE THE LONG-FORGOTTEN “ENLIGHTENED SELF INTEREST” OF NOT BEING A DICK AND HAVING THE RISING TIDES OF THE HUMAN SEWAGE OF DESPAIR CONSTANTLY STREAMING OUTSIDE YOUR FRONT DOOR.
DIVIDE AND CONQUER: WE’RE ALL NIGGERS NOW OR YOU’RE ABOUT TO BE (SEE OLD SAW RE: THEM COMING FOR THE GYPSIES FIRST) SO WE’VE GOT TO STOP BEING EACH OTHERS’ ENEMIES. AS A MIXED GIRL I HAVE STRUGGLED TO INCORPORATE THE WORLD’S OVERLY SIMPLISTIC OR BINARY SELF-HATING EVIL/GOOD BULLSHIT INTO MY BEING . / LUCKILY I CONSTANTLY VOMIT IT ALL OUT LIKE REGURGITATED SICK BECAUSE IT IS THE CHEAPEST MOST UNINTERESTING UNHOLY WAY TO LIVE THAT I COULD IMAGINE TO BE IN SUCH A TRIPPY WORLD.
I’VE GOTTA KICK UP THE GYM. BECAUSE WHEN YOU’VE GOT NO MONEY AS AN EDIBLE IMPRISONABLE COMPOSTABLE PROFIT-GENERATING HUMAN, DOG, HORSE, OR RESOURCE IN AMERICA YOU’VE GOTTA BE ABLE TO FIGHT BACK AS LONG AS YOU CAN. /
OR REMAIN AT LEAST REMOTELY “GET UP OLD MAN” FUCKABLE OR A SWEETLY NOSTALGIC VAGUELY MATERNAL TYPE, BUT CHANNEL “THE (REMAINING) KINDNESSES OF STRANGERS” INTO SOMETHING WORTHY AND HOLY LIKE BEING ALLOWED TO DIE A NATURAL DEATH WITH MOST OF YOUR INTERNAL ORGANS STILL INTACT AND UNSOLD.
OR BETTER YET, GET YOUR OWN RV TO RETIRE IN & HAUNT CAMPGROUNDS YOUTUBE SITES AND WALMART PARKING LOTS UNTIL YOU DIE OF A HEART ATTACK AT THE WHEEL AND PLOW YOUR RICKETY RV INTO ANOTHER UNSUSPECTING FARMER’S MARKET FULL OF SATURDAY SHOPPERS AND EXPLODE INTO FLAMES.
WHEN EVEN AMERICA’S MOST PROMISING HEALTHY IDEALISTIC PLUCKY AND BRILLIANT YOUNG CITIZENS STILL ROUTINELY GET CULLED FROM THE HERD FOR SPORT, GAME, AND CASH ON THE BARREL HEAD, I’M A VERY REALISTIC AMERICAN: THE ONLY SECURITY FOR A BITCHY LOUD AND FRIZZY DAME LIKE ME IS RETAINING MY ABILITY TO CLAW SCRATCH AND SCREAM & RIDE THIS CRAZY PITBULL THING TO THE VERY END AND TRY TO NOT DIE WITH ROTTING MEATBALL FEET IN A BRONX TENEMENT.
…
WE SHALL SEE.
IN THE MEANTIME,
AS EVEN THE NY TIMES WILL EVENTUALLY LEARN AS THEY CONTINUE THEIR GLISTENING-ORIFICED DESCENT INTO TOTAL DUCK-FACED IRRELEVANCE, ONCE YOU START NAMING THE COCKROACHES AND RECOGNIZING DIFFERENT RATS AND THE FAMILIES THEY COME FROM, IT’S NOT SO BAD. PSYCH. ONLY KIDDING. SORTA. (WINK AND A SMILE, WRITTEN OUT WORD FOR WORD OLD SCHOOL) WHERE ARE MY TYPEWRITERS? BETTER YET I’VE GOT A SHARP STICK AND HOW LONG DOES IT TAKE TO RE-MANUFACTURE PINTS OF ONE’S OWN BLOOD?
LA LA LA. WE’RE EVEN CUTE WHEN WE’RE LIKE THIS.
– X
