I’m some kind of character.
Somewhere in the background of Bojack.
I do lean more Diane than Daria
But both are cute.
I can see the argument of a liberal bias, but I don’t find it dangerous as modern conservative.
You’ve been hijacked by Nazi’s, you know?
Alt-right, white nationalist, supremacists, economically anxious. All lives matter, blue lives matter, as susceptible as GamerGate.
One of us is rightly called “the pleb”
It is easier to walk both with one hand
And have them account for one another,
And I jurisidict (管轄) over.
Richard Spencer wants to be the next Hitler
Using the American destruction waged by Trump
As if only A True nationalist had been given a chance to fairly govern
But been stopped by those
One handed HTML’s a pain.
Sent this to my sister:
(I’m) Listen(ing) to: Young Children Are Spending Much More Time In Front Of Small Screens – http://one.npr.org/i/558178851:558706875
You’re a young adult,
Theres children in your life.
Know it with me.
Listen to: Night + Market Chef’s New Cookbook Combines Thai Food And Fun – http://one.npr.org/i/558706819:558706820
Strongman built of fear-
G-Man is coming
No cry, No tear.
Yogurt, cocoa chia granola, strawberry (5x), banana.
The Young Dems want to eat the Old.
Cambodia has jailed the prime opponent in next year’s elections,
Like Trump said he would;
Denver is trying to woo Amazon to be its second headquarters-
I should visit my cousins;
Seahawks Wide Reciever
Seeks lobbying NFL League
to enact Legislation
that would aid young black Americans.
My Heart fills;
Drug Czar Nominee Marino helped force through Legislation
that would cripple the DEA in it’s attempts to combat the
Opioid Crisis, a crisis largely manufactured
by drug companies buying doctors to administer painkillers
for the facility of stopping pain
without healing clients-
a crisis that mostly affects lower income-lesser educated
white Americans: Ruralites-
those who are most vulnerable to the feelings of despair-
those that most likely voted in protest against an ineffective Washington to help them-
those most vulnerable to Russian MicroTargetting-
the cheapest of us;;
but would you even believe me America?
when all my news is so blue?
or keep lining up behind your fucking moron?
Yeah I’m writing here in just a top
washed by the foot of my bed
watching Mel lick herself outside.
It’s a wonderful breeze here at home
Your feet touch the floor
And it’s opened the window
Vonnegut used to write in the mornings,
with a Pall Mall and cup of coffee;
but i’ve kicked such vices.
…these morning ablutions are all part of the dance..
& I need to write.
— – – — — — — — — — – —
where was i.
…..It’s hard to write about space. It is,- it’s a thing I proclaim to love? And yet, here I am struggling so much?
…..I mean, alright it’s not literature. It’s not Joyce or Shakespeare. But you can’t even have fun like Adams?
…..I guess it’s different though. Vonnegut must have never really believed himself capable to some day get up there. Adams grew up in the Shadow of Sputnik, not Columbia.
I’m sitting here nude by the side of the bed, on the absolute cusp of space exploration;
and it’s driving me mad.
Doesn’t it drive you bonkers?
Aren’t you feeling insane?
That we can’t feed an island nation right now
but want to wage nuclear war
and give tax cuts to the rich?
It’s not even that, it’s that this country
thinks it deserves a tax cut.
What have you done for yourself lately?
All of us. What have you done for us?
Did you know if the minimum wage had followed the rate of growth the earnings of the top 1% enjoyed from 80’s (Reagan) on, had remained in formation with it, instead of collapsing and stagnating all across the land-
Had our minimum wage maintained it’s right against the corporate top tax rate
we’d be at 21.38.
Yeah, I keep thinking of her-
great big black beautiful space;
Yeah can’t you forgive a guy
for feeling tongue tied?
It’s so much more real now, isn’t it?
We could pluck that fruit
We could indulge.
Give ourselves Trump Hotels in space;;;
Low Orbital Gonorrhea.
Yeah but you still alright messing with him, right?
Like you still cool with him in charge.
Hey Freedom Caucus,
Hey Red Voting Bloc
You ever read Dante’s Inferno?
No I’ll leave you with a happy thought.
I’ll leave you with a peace of myself.
I’ll leave you letting you know
It’s nice today, in Space City.
The sky is a vibrant blue, with a slow dip in saturation
to the East.
It’s 70° out.
Man is it lovely
with the bay winds stroking all the treetops.
Coursing through the suburbs foliage.
I hope you can find your quiet too.
— — — — — — –
I run this game shop quite good if I do say so myself, and a pity what this place would be without me. Oh I know that’s tootin’ the ole horn quite a bit, but I can read a room like a sundial- yeah it might take a second but that overall aesthetic is going to stay quite set for all intents & purposes, for the duration of the session of the hour; I vibe throughout this room just fine.
. . . . .
I’m home again. Meaning to write to you from work, meaning to fill you on my day;
meaning to think of you through it.
But I’m home now,
figuring out the mood.
-Of course there’s a part of me that fetishizes every part of her.
Of course there’s a part of me that can’t separate her from sex.
Of course her signifier has gone and gobbled up all these other signifieds.
& of course I want to not be that
to let her be her.
To leave alone.
Space, aint it?
& so what if she’d rather live and die alone
than be with you?
Hey white Nationalists!
Hey Stunted Hitler Youth.
Hey can’t you just live and leave alone?
Or does it terrify you still
that thought of death and hell
that fear your dad put in you?
Are you afraid to die alone?
— – —♫
They say the best memories are the ones you forget.
The most preserved, all those you don’t mess up
trudge your muddy shoes of recent nostalgia all over
the untouched crystal of your memory.
I drag all my current loneliness
with me to view old memories.
Like babies behind the glass
and my whole ancestry beside me
only seeing bundles of joy
and not the raging hurling shit and chaos
You’re right, ain’t you?
That I should go and make my own memories.
It’s right, ain’t it?
I am saying goodbye to my baby sister
and walking by my eldest
over the tightrop’d chasm of divorce.
I am watching my company not need me
and fly the coop;
I’m lying here naked
thinking about the GRE.
I’m telling dad not to worry about who won the argument;
I’m telling you not to worry.
I’m telling you not to listen to the noise.
This world has not stopped fighting for itself
and neither should you.
Because I very much believe in you still.
I always will.