Dec 5, 2025
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Time to end the world
In light of the climate crisis, a movement is afoot to redefine prosperity in radically minimalist fashion.
I Don't Know What This Is.
I just felt like writing To the window Winter still has bite Inhaling pine Just me and mine A journey of boldness Humanity’s dogmatic view Life’s divisive intentions Gods invented by gods This is meaningless Politics & despair Power and credits Distractions as they return The grand scheme cares not Enslaved equally Raceless, sexless, classless Slavery dies not Sans…
It Starts. (language and strong opinion warning)
We are a little more than a month away from Trump’s eternal oath of office. Well, eternal until the reaper sneaks up on his orange ass and takes him home to Hell, if there were such a place. The fact he won’t be able to speak anymore will be punishment enough for him. To me, it’s a goddamn blessing. I’m to the point where I get triggered whenever I hear his voice, see his face, or read his name.…
Rain on glass
Every tap is an unkempt fingernail on the window pane asking for entrance Belonging to those who know all your secrets, even the ones you kept to yourself Especially the ones you kept to yourself They see all, know all, and just want to earn that one final merit badge before death consumes totality They want to know how you taste There are other windows, doors, and ways inside, but your’s is…
Can't Spell Country Without C*nt
Ok, be gentle, because it’s late in the evening after a long day of pretending to be a rock star. Maybe not rock, but kind of an indie, folkie middle-aged hippie with mediocre talent and a desire to have his hometown’s coolest headstone. Somewhere between songs, my stepson would call me from summer camp wanting to come home. I can’t imagine why. It’s at the Dallas Country Club, and my boy has…
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